Le meme echo qui va de mur en mur De mes pas dans la nuit Les neons inutiles D'un desert endormi Quelques figures qu'on croise a l'aventure Qui passent
Can you hear me now? Can you feel? Can you see me now? Then reveal (Which way from here?) Feel (Which way from here?) Look away Your time has come Turn
: Can you hear me now? Can you feel? Can you see me now? Then reveal (Which way from here?) Feel (Which way from here?) Look away Your time has come
I'm the nightwatchman I make the rounds I'm the nightwatchman I gotta keep my nose to the ground Honey this ain't no job for a man like me I got potential
I'm the night watchman I make the rounds I'm the night watchman I gotta keep my nose to the ground Oh, this ain't no job for a man like me Yeah, I got
I remember, how I let you down Everything you say reminds me of the pain How you lost your dignity Passing in and out of a dream Is there some secret
Innocence is hurting, a world speaks out of tune Promise calls and promise falls, what are we to do? With a clouded view, you follow me through Sadly
I'm the nightshift watchman for the planet Five days a week, I watch the tube Five nights a week, I'm watching the radar Easy job with nothing much to
Just like birds of a feather We too have followed the golden sun It feels so good Knowin' the watchman's gone If I give you a rose, buddy Would you please
At the textile plant, sixteen dead There's a hornet's nest inside my head My daughter's gone, she won't be back Behind chained doors, they burned to black
Sick of the waiting and praying and hoping Sick of the cold whispered dreams and not knowing Sick of the strength that it takes to keep going Sick as
There's a man homeless and hungry There's a wind that's hard and biting There's a song in need of singing There's a fuse in need of light And it's no
On the side of the dirt road, an old Chevy wreck I climbed through the window, I sat in the back I gathered my thoughts with my head in my hands My next
Never listened to the pain Never listened to fortune or fame Never listened to eagle or dove Never listened to anger or love But I listen to the dark
Here we go For the fired auto workers who were twisted, tricked and robbed To the peasant in Guatemala in a sweatshop got your job And she can't feed
Battle hymns for the broken, battle hymns for the misled Battle hymns for the wretched, the forgotten and the dead Battle hymns of redemption of solidarity
This one's for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in debt Each string is barbed wire, each chord is a threat This blues guy I met that never had a hit Said
