Celtic Ballad

Every day I am going somewhere

asking someone to show me the way

everywhere I look I see people

empty vessels that have lost their way

Crowded streets with a reek of madness

grey coloured sadness rain don't wash away

drunken memories lie in the gutter

with brown paper bags & the junk from the night

Faded dreams dressed in frocks of velvet

with painted faces in short decay

leather mothers of future children

are beaten senseless by the light of day

Why... why does there have to be all this insanity

& why do I feel that it is following me?

Some will die in the breath of me singing

some will kill on their way to the top

I know that there is justice somewhere

& it asks someone to show it the way...

Why... why does there have to be all this insanity

& why do I feel that it is following me?...

Every day I am going somewhere

asking someone to show me the way

everywhere I look I see people

empty vessels that have lost their way....