STANDING ON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

Day in, day out
Travelers on the same train
Are hardly freedom riders
They live by the clock
They push and shove in a hurry just to get somewhere.
Well, I don't care to be where I am
Double jammed in a crammed car
If a rose is still a rose
I'll accept no substitutions.

I'm going where the air is clear
I know I could be happy
Standing on the edge of the world
A place with atmosphere
A room with a view through the mist on a mountain top
Standing on the edge of the world.

I've been walking around with lonely desparados
Lawless cowboys in a land of sorrow
Eternal girls and fashion boys
Push and shove in a hurry just to get somewhere.
Well I don't care to be where I've been
Locked up and double barred in at night...

I want to see the swans on the bay at Galway.
I want to hear the children
Singing in the rain
High on the Sky Road.

Day in, day out, travelers on the same train
Cultivating blank stares
They live by the clock
They push and shove in a hurry
Just to get somewhere

I'm going where the air is clear
I know I could be happy
Standing on the edge of the world
A place with atmosphere
A room with a view
Through the mist on a mountain top
Standing on the edge of the world.




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