It Was Cold, Not Feeling the Cold Eyes
Were Where They Belong
Huddled Together Feel the Warmth
Thoughts Were Where They Belong.
I Walk Down the Road, Leap a Ditch
And Mount a Hill Despite the Wind.
And He Bowed On the Point of Going
How Loyal Had They Been
Make Up Matters By a Grand Funeral
How Loyal Had They Been.
I Could Say That to Anyone Else,
There Was no Such Guilt.
Do I Have to Say It to You I Refuse
To Set Foot.
Tired Out By Play and Performance
Heroic But Unsung.
Final Attempt Gaining Guidance
Heroic But Unsung.
I See What Is Right and I Do So Approve
But I'd Rather Be Lost and Feel the Groove.
