Brave Faces

I've seen faces in the window

I've seen faces in the street

They walk and talk of nothing

I've known many restless summers

The sand dunes I imagine

A place without a postcard

Flower people were so beautiful

But straight and loud's the way

Good luck the beatnik spirit

The talk of politicians

The sentences of cynics

Are the sentences of childhood

They're all talking shit to me

Out-talked by the mass media

to pay the bills it lies

And the lies we eat for breakfast

Brave faces face the boardroom

the oak stained walls fall silent

They leave lined with defeat

And they got those tears in their eyes

Well it makes no sense to me

Why don't they understand

We're so ordinary too

I saw the exits closing now

Pain and passion's my point of view

Well there's nothing like the truth

I've seen men that have been marked out

Ruled out by grim assassins

They fell hard on instant replay

And I'm never going there Well the place I see so much better

Cos it makes no sense to me

I saw the exits closing now

Burning mountains, burning paper

Burning all around and later