(ian hunter)



All the changes they will take their time

In the morning dust they'll begin to rise

Halfway to a borderline

Well i can see the end

For the very first time



Well i know i lost just a little bit on the journey

When my mind's been split by little things that didn't fit on the way

Oh i know i lost just a little bit on the journey

'cos i'm trying so hard to get going



There's a man on a bridge called suicide

And he hides his head while the coast is dark

And the river drags and the water sways

Oh his rags've seen better days



And i guess he lost just a little bit on the journey

For his mind was split by little things that didn't fit on the way

(oh) yes i know he lost just a little bit on the journey



For every gift he had to give

For every life (yeah) he had to live

Well they meant nothing without her to guide him on his way



Well he told her he was a leader

Of a well respected [load]







But when he tried to leave her

Well she looked right down her nose

Many times he tried to make her believe in herself

But she wouldn't listen to a word he said



Well he followed her though the darkness

All the chances i take

He followed her though the wilderness

Her mystery to break

Many times he tried to make her believe in herself

But she wouldn't listen to a word he said



So for 40 days and for 40 nights

Well they tied my [ways] they can see the light

And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride

And the changes left (yeah) but they will take their time



And i guess i lost just a little bit on the journey

Yes i know i lost just a little bit on the way

I know i lost just a little bit on t