The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some, there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The world hurries on at its breakneck pace
People fly by in their lifelong race
For them, there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but it’s too great a cost
For some, there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves to the sea
For them, there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.