| Come, and steal my thoughts away
|
| Thief of my identity
|
| I was holding on to decency, reality
|
| Come, and take me for a while
|
| Up to your abundant pace
|
| I’ll be your sidecar if you want to race
|
| Want to race
|
| Put your hand on mine
|
| And take me from this tired ride
|
| Take me from this early night
|
| From the sea and rain and countryside
|
| If you talk to me then soon
|
| I’ll be your accomplice in words
|
| And we will talk only in verse
|
| Talk only in verse
|
| I will leave the ones I love
|
| Leave them for the years to come
|
| Even though I may be doing wrong, doing wrong
|
| I will follow in your steps
|
| Walk out to the station cold
|
| Buy a ticket and and then slowly go, slowly go
|
| In this place and time
|
| Easy is the first escape
|
| I got money I need no disguise
|
| I’m a citizen and city wise
|
| In this time and place
|
| There is no one who will shoot you down
|
| No one who will take a girl
|
| And tell her she can’t have the world
|
| You constantly struggle for self improvement
|
| You have the ability to analyse and solve any problem
|
| You are heading in the right direction
|
| Your mind is creative, original and alert
|
| Boy, you don’t know what you want
|
| It isn’t what you think it is
|
| All the dreams, and guilt and loneliness, loneliness
|
| Boy, if we were to be friends
|
| Subtle is the art required
|
| To draw the evil from this lonely pyre, lonely pyre
|
| Take this hand from me
|
| And guide me round your tools of work
|
| Fashion me into your junior clerk
|
| Let me live in shadows of your words
|
| And when things get tough for you
|
| As they did when you came up through the ranks
|
| You can borrow from my faith
|
| From my faith
|
| Take this hand from me
|
| And guide me round your tools of work
|
| Fashion me into your junior clerk
|
| Let me live in shadows of your words
|
| And when things get tough for you
|
| As they did when you came up through the ranks
|
| You can borrow from my faith
|
| From my faith |