Lost Years

Sweated and blooded but to no avail
I’m searching for the light
Can’t seem to find it in this thin air
Urgently need to find what’s right
A way forward?
A way forward?

Truth is in short supply

And patience is running low

Desperate to find a direction

No news again on the radio

A way forward?

A way forward?

I remember I met up with friends

But not one of them knew

On the interchange between two lines

And yet no one knew

He said listen here boy you’re never going to be a man

If you continue to behave like that

But I didn’t want to go home with those people there

And so I went and now I’m back

Now it’s changed but yet is still the same

And all the problems remain

I had nowhere to go

And no one knew

Victoria was on the Piccadilly

And no one knew