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)