His daytime safety's finished, he's in the night
It's dark and cold, but he's been told
You need to be so tough, shut your mouth, grit your teeth
Believe your bluff get rough
Sitting round with his friends talking 'bout the record machine
Thinks he's too tough too clean
Needs to be mean
Everybody needs someone they can cling to now and then
No more defence, no more pretence, no reasons for explaining etc.
We've been gone for so long that it doesn't really matter
where we're going to, there's no looking back.
I know I should be strong, but my heart isn't in it and I don't
know my limit, so all I can do is move on.
