Where Will You Stand?

No matter where you go
It always looks the same
The view is overcast
As the pavements wash with rain
The irony was lost in the 25 year space
Between New England and St Patrick’s Day
So head forth to the runway, if its easier to run away
When it all comes back, it all comes back
To haunt you in the night
Where will you stand?
Like a 5 year old boy
In his fathers best suit
No matter how you dress him up
He’s still a child to you
Reminiscent of the wolf
Your dressed up to the teeth
You’re a walking cliche
From the pages of history
So head forth to the runway, if its easier to run away
When it all comes back, it all comes back
To haunt you in the night
Where will you stand?
We’ll realise some day
That we’re all out of a runway
So we’ll build another runway
If its easier to run away
When it all comes back, it all comes back
To haunt you in the night
Where will you stand?