[Verse 1]
There's a man at hand, there's a way between
In the sinking sand and a crooked dream
And collared off at the modern age of nine
Summoned up for walking down the line

[Chorus]
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

[Verse 2]
He filled his boots and he tipped his cap
And a 'root-to-toot' with the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her, "Would you like to go with me?"

[Verse 3]
Wind has turned and the conquered drops
And the signal's changed and the heart has stopped
And in with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line

[Chorus]
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[Verse 4]
Drag your loose nets through the den
And come out less but sporting when
A mould to fit and you'd be feeling now
She is 'when' and he is always 'how'

[Verse 5]
Then her sweetness and his sweetness ended
And the fury's swimming 'til the fury's bended
And lost in all might be to lost in time
What 'join the dots' might be to walk the line

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek