Is success this way
Or was it left the last crossing
Oh I'm weary of the wrong signs
And the clueless meandering
I'm also very tired and very lost
I'm lonely now, and probably old
I need a shave, a good meal
But here I can't get that, I'm rudely told
People are very mean to me
They always have been
They see nothing in the future
No place for those who do the dreaming
I think I've arrived from where I started
I think I'll retrace and start
The sun is sinking on the right
The long dark shadow I've cast
