Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
Leapfrog over fences. Little time, less senses. Here by this railway cutting. Life goes quick and it goes without warning. That's how life is in my
We're out on a limb. Should we let the newboys in? We think they can't do no harm. Let's humour them. But they need some passion inside. They take it
I'm lying in the hospital I'm pinned against the bed A stethoscope upon my heart A hand against my head They're peeling off the bandages I'm wincing
We're talking into corners Finding ways to fill the vacuum And though our mouths are dry We talk in hope to hit on something new Tied to the railway
Blank-faced, Was this what our elders taught? Dim the lights and live like story book. I can't focus for the pinball. I'm all shook up and I think I
Uncharted wrecks of wonder. In deepest gloom down under. The drowning men are drawing near. We're the subterranean vandals, Tying air lines around
The great British mistake was looking for a way out, Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change,
What are you going to do with your new ways? What are you going to do with your new wave? Maybe it's that you no longer care. Now you're so great. You
Who wait in the cafe and magazine. Who wait for morning or fag machine. Who leave it all unfinalised, And undecided... We who wait. Who wait in the
I wonder what we'll play for you tonight Something heavy or something light, something to set your soul alight I wonder how we'll answer when you say "
Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
What's left in the wheelchair? Who bothers what's in there? Who worries what life's like on wheels? No body to speak of. No willpower, voice, love.
Life's short, don't make a mess of it. To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box
We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night Don't screw it up. Don't be a
No, you won't be namin' no buildings after me To go down dilapidated, ooh No, you won't be namin' no buildings after me My name will be mistated, surely
She said, "You look like a guy I used to know" And she was right, she stood biting on her lip Eyes upturned and then she said "I know, I know, I know
We're racing through the dark On a road along the shore And the law says we should stop So we break a couple more With the windows all down We just throw
