|Lyrics:||The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn.|
A tug on a heartstring by
soft, unknown, fingers.
Leading me on, But there's only a streetlamp,
standing guard to my
In the morning air.
A silent companion, waiting like me for the dawn...
stirrings of life are heard 'cross the rooftops,
Breaking the spell,
Echoes of footsteps
that call down the pavement,
With stories to tell,
And Chimney-smoke towers reaching out
on the grey,
Of the morning light,
Passionate fingers, outstretched in welcome for the
The sound of the city,
Thunders around me,
Drags me along,
The babble of
The roar of the traffic,
Drown me in their song,
I'm only a heartbeat keeping
time with a pace,
Set by marching feet,
A pulse that beats stronger as the new day unfolds
from the dawn...
Can you feel it pumping?
Can you feel it flowing round and
Can you feel it through your fingertips?
To your head it flows up through the
Does it scare you?
When you feel the scenery closing in...
Adrift on the
I merge with confusion,
And I feel complete,
Swelling with the human
Heart and mind electrified.
--I'm swaying like the ground beneath my
We can stand and watch with pride,
or maybe scorn and cricise,
How people seem
like rats at running pace,
But you and I are runners too,
There's nothing more that we can
But join the rats down at the starting gate,
But you and I are runners
There's nothing more that we can do but run.
The final strait lies round the
But I don't want this race to end...!