They're Leaving Me Behind
The tramp moves on to the end of the streetI listen to the echo of his hobnail feetFor some, there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.
The world hurries on at its breakneck pacePeople fly by in their lifelong raceFor them, there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lostSuccess can be gained, but it’s too great a costFor some, there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its treeThe rain flows by and moves to the seaFor them, there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.