Rear view mirror
By Ed Fram
You won't be coming back here, no need for lookin' behind
You can't call after her, the name has slipped your mind
The ghost of your child is reaching out a hand
Crying red tears and demanding you take a stand
The blind man's vision is moving beyond you
And it's all coming true, though it ain't in view ...
The streets ain't safe after the birds have flown
Gather up all the cages you used to own
The mayor on the steps of the town hall
Is throwing crazy curveballs at your wall
The floor, too, is dancing under you
And it's all coming true, though it ain't in view ...
Leave experience to be the educator for another fool
You learnt the job well, but now they want a different tool
The nameless one is standing at your shore,
Taming the tide and calling you back for more
But your ship is still sailing out into the blue
And it's all coming true, though it ain't in view ...
All your steely sellers, they are taking stock
Their chains are busted, no use for locks
The joker who's laughing at your door
Has his arms around the one you adore
Give them a wave, it's time to say adieu
And it's all coming true, though it ain't in view ...
