Better the Man

“There’s light in the dark”, so the slavers say ‘Cause I can’t recall what made the good old days There’s no space at all for our dreams today ‘Cause I feel a lack of my hand to play I keep on moving to the selfless celebration of the starting gun Like the nightmare of this world couldn’t be ours until you feed my hearse But I’m turning on this strange time I feel an open retrieve from what we can’t find Circumstantial relief is only brief light Just a mirage of how the light shines Better the man you trust, better than not If I could search your speech impediment of cloth Better the times you kept, constant withdrawal “I voted leave,” he said, “cause house prices would fall.” I keep on moving to the selfless celebration of the starting gun Like the nightmare of this world couldn’t be ours until you feed my hearse But I’m turning on this strange time I feel an open retrieve from what we can’t find Circumstantial relief is only brief light Just a mirage of how the light shines It’s just an image how the light shines now --- Better the Man - 485C