Ceasefire

Good luck and lost love's knife Cut a path leading through my life I weave through the gusts of change As a kite might through the sky. I feel down and degraded Like I felt when you and me began to tire And we stopped long ago But I thought it was just ceasefire. I can leave the past behind like any normal man can do But what I find most of the time Is that I have been left behind you. I can feel time pushing me forward So what does it matter what direction I'm pointed in? No one else used to sing my sad chorus Now I feel that they too have joined in. Bad luck and lucky breaks Cut paths right through our lives We follow the blind man's bluff Like lorrys follow white lines in the night. And by our nature we are kept alone No matter haw long your nails You can't cut out of the womb. And if I can't crash off-course You must be marooned And we will not be able to go back to The source of this wound. --- Ceasefire - Del Amitri