Written by Don McGlashan

It was morning in Brighton but the fire in the bar didn't give off any heat
The sun crept in un-noticed, and tried to find itself a seat
I was explaining and complaining, I had lined up all the facts
You could see where this was heading, you stopped me in my tracks

And you said
You said

We're a long time gone
We're a long time gone
We're a long time gone
And there's work to be done

You said: When you fly into your town, coming in over the Pacific
And you watch the shadow of the plane as it glides along the traffic
One day the plane will make its shadow on the city's face
But you won't be there to notice, there'll be no-one sitting in your place

In the country of the blind a one-eyed man is king
You better keep that one-eye peeled, or you're gonna miss something

You made a point of noticing everything every second every minute
And it seems insane that the world still spins along now you're no longer in it
But whenever I want to lay down my tools I hear your voice and I pick them up again
And I will never give in
I will never give in
I will never give in my friend