Guessing

Some people know just what they want

They stare straight into the sun

And some they stand in no mans land

Waving at the devil that they know and the devil that they don't

As the gods smile down into the bowl of passions

I can feel when the thunder's coming

But fate comes quicker than a bullet to the back of the head

Halfway across the bridge is when I realise what I've done

But I cannot chase the sunset any quicker than I'm going

And I'm going like I never begun

And I thought that I believed in all the things that you sanctify

Bitter is the taste of freedom -more empty than the sky

And the taste of freedom is the thing that you won't deny

Through the hours of shell-hole desperation

Waiting, waiting - out here in no mans land

Waving at the devil that I know and the devil that I don't

More empty than the sky