gone... gone are the days

when the west was wild

and every child's dream

a light was seen

gone...gone are the days

when the world just sung for tomorrow to come

but she never came



if I was to break

if I was to pay



blue moon are you lost again

where will I find your light?

where will I find the truth?

how will we ever say goodbye



coz we're turning the pages again

bound by the lives that have been spent

i'm not living your third world lies



goodbye...better days ahead

goodbye



gone... gone are the days

all these questions

no straight answers

everybody's a high priced healer hey

gone... gone are the days

tis the season of change

every scar on the hand marks a new day



sleep child

slip into a dream

poppa hasn't been home

busy living out this crazy scene



blue moon are you lost again

where will I find your light?

where will I find the truth?

how will we ever say goodbye



coz we're turning the pages again

tired of your preaching amen

i'm not living your third world lies



goodbye

better days ahead



reached out to feel each grain

a lifetime running through his hands

the scorching heat left our heart

the workings of a proud brown man

but nowhere could you see

dark eyes look away

the pride and the flame



reached out to feel the warmth

time running through his hands

the scorching heat gave life

the heart of the proud brown man

and he says to his child

who still couldn't stand



someday...