Harmony No Harmony

When the last of the echoes fades

When the cymbals and the strings have died away

When I am left with just the ringing in my ears

I take a breath and I settle down

I try to count the things that really count

To figure out what I've done with the last few years

And after all the struggle and the strain

And after all the loss for little gain

The harmonies have faded away

But the melody remains

I grew up in the countryside

There I could have lived, and I could have died

I could have had running water and security

But I took a train up to London town

Lost my money and immersed myself in sound

In lame jobs, late nights, poor diets and poverty

And after all the struggle and the strain

And after all the loss for little gain

The harmonies have faded away

But the melody remains