...for you will not find it here
Walking Home

Walking home I saw myself

Reflected in the windows of the church

I passed along my way


Walking home I saw myself

My shadow cast on the path that was bathed

In light from the day


Where you going?

Where you going?

Where you going?

 Now the sun has gone.

Where you going?

Where you going?

Where you going?

 Now the rain has come


I saw myself I know not why

Saw myself but I could only cry

Time was on the slide


I saw myself when I was young

Saw myself before this time had come

When time was on my side.


Where you going?

Where you going?

Where you going?

 Now the sun has gone.

Where you going?

Where you going?

Where you going?

 Now the rain has come