in search of a new voice
you burnt all your lyrics
and flew to a new town
"one of the has beens"
that was your phrase
but what about show-biz?
that way that way that way
in my appartment
six white horses
wood turns electric
inspired by shadows
driven by tears
you won`t rest, till you`re back on the boards
that way that way that way
or nothing at all
I hear it`s cold now
the worst one on record
hope that you keep warm
I guess I`ll be leaving
now is the best time
on the Atlantic we`ll all climb
that way that way that way
or nothing at all
it`s only time away