Now there will come a day
You know it's true
You'll touch the hand of fate
And you won't know his name
Or what he'll do
But it'll be too late
The light will catch your eye
You'll turn around
You're in another place
The heavens open up
Without a sound
You won't leave a trace
For all the tears in the ocean
And all the stars in the skies
There's a twisted emotion
In a ragged disguise
Take the crooked road
There's nothin' new
Not at this time of year
The hills all look the same
They're cloaked in blue
Until they disappear
Holy angel of mercy
Don't be still tonight
When you're alone and thirsty
You can't tell wrong from right
You had no way of knowin'
It would end like this
A radio was playin'
The breeze a gentle kiss
Caught in the middle
With nowhere to run
Your dreams lie shattered
Now look what you've done
Favourite son
(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Mushroom Music Publishing Warner Chappell)