(Winwood/Capaldi). . Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too. Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain. . Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well. Blind with th
Revolution in their minds - the children start to march. Against the world which they have to live in. Oh! The hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around and told just what t
Rodgers/Kossoff. . Sitting in a graveyard. Waiting for the dawn. Leaning on my tombstone. Till the night is gone. Oh how the moon. Hangs in black sky. Wish I could find out. The reason why.
I'm going away to leave you, I'm going to leave you in disgrace. Nothing in my favour, got the wind in my face. I'm going home, hey hey hey, over the hill. Over the hill, hey hey hey, over the hill