Have you seen the people walking?
Walking in the dimness of the morning
Faces taut in front of them
Heading for the start of the day
Like seas like waves of grey and black
In mourning for the morning
And then the tide turns back again
Quickstepping into spray
Relinquishing the grip upon their light
Into the dimness of the night
Like seas like waves of grey and black
In mourning for the evening
Their faces glad in front of them
Headed for the warmth
Can you feel the strength of these small ships?
Heading for the lulling rocking berths
Like seas like waves of grey and black
In mourning for themselves
Their old hopes left behind them
Dusty on the shelves
Their eyes once saw the glory
But their minds have lost the way
Their feet have found a steady path
From which they may not stray