By the cathedral
Into the sun
Pilgrims are singing
Their journey done
I look at my short life and think
Of all the chapagne that I drink
With all the faces that I know
And how much futher can one go?
And if I decide
To step aside
I will try to reply
To the feelings I hide
I look from my window
Down to the square
At workers still queueing
Patiently there
For market forces to provide
What History's so far denied
For a different kind of fate
Than to labour long and always wait
And if I decide
To step aside
I will try to return
To the person inside
Will I always need you?
Would you want me too?
Can you love me for good?
That way you thought you could?
Or will spring rain and summer burn
Will tears at last precede the turn
From summer warmth to sudden cold
As certainly as growing old
And if I decide
To step aside
I will try to forget
All the tears I'll have cried
