( rossi / parfitt / bown / edwards / rich )



Fussing and fighting alone with our friends

Holding our breath and hoping it never will end

It's been a long, long haul

We would be ducking and diving, a rise then a fall

Pretending the ups and the downs didn't matter at all

And we got it almost right

Well there were hundreds and hundreds of mumbling miles

Always a personal reason to cop or to smile

Now there's a green light



We came and we went, we went then we came

Slowly but surely we learnt that it wasn't a game

But it was good clean fun

We were just second-hand cars along with the rest

Holding our own and hanging on in with the best

Nothing comes easy



Drinking and thinking what we'd rather do

Nothing of any real interest is coming on through

Maybe we're all right now

But in the end does it matter, matter at all?

Scratching a living and having one hell of a ball

Nothing comes easy