Top of the Road

A lovely morning, at least that's what he's told The sky is blue but cold And on the same bus with the suits and the fools The driver's jokes get old Can you scream silenty? Can you just explode? The bus goes on and on They said he'd find it at the top of the road Desire in his soul All this is, is wind blowing over you All this is, is wind blowing over you And then he sees them, their sure flashes of smiles Those leaflets and their words They talk of new things and the state of this land The only way to go And then they show him what we've been doing wrong The values that they hold They said he'd find it at the top of the road Desire in his soul All this is, is wind blowing over you All this is, is wind blowing over you All this is, is wind blowing over you All this is, is wind blowing over you Can you fight it? Can you fight it? The truth's on hold but maybe you like it? Can you fight it? Can you fight it? The truth's on hold but maybe you like it? All this is, is wind blowing over you All this is, is wind blowing over you You see this bordom is destructive and cold When brainwashed by false hope Like many young men he despises us all Those white, those black, those brown And it's so easy to just hate him away Disgusting is what you say He went and found it at the top of your road This disillusioned soul He went and found it at the top of your road Desire in his soul He went and found it at the top of your road This disillusioned soul