Across the western world the fights are going down The gypsy armies of the evening Have lit their fires across the nether side of town They will not pass
With your photographs of Kitty Hawk And the bi-planes on your wall YOu were always Amy Johnson From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept
when all in the help in the world won't get you by. When all of the friends that you lean on let you down you wonder why? I see you there with your painting
Before the phone hits the receiver you're halfway to the door the voice said "get out while you can, theres just 10 minutes, nothing more" Time for only
