run high in the battle of living today,
Glance at the truth and of the reasons for youth . . . .
We were born to stop the march.
a lead on, it’s a lead on!
wait till the end is near,
You’ll hit the button
and you just aren’t really there.
on a new day, whistling to the wind . . . .
Kind of knowing
But you can’t halt the march.
a lead on – our leader – it’s a lead on!
for next song . . . .
John Buckingham 1979