Re-In-Living

Lyrics

It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes Were where they belong Huddled together feel the warmth Thoughts were where they belong I walk down the road, leap a ditch And mount a hill despite the wind And he bowed on the point of going How loyal had they been Make up matters by a grand funeral How loyal had they been I could say that to anyone else There was no such guilt Do I have to say it to you I refuse To set foot Tired out by play and performance Heroic but unsung Final attempt gaining guidance Heroic but unsung I see what is right and I do so approve But I'd rather be lost and feel the groove