paroles de chanson The Second Hand (Live) - Peter Hammill
See
the
old
man
acting
like
a
fool,
Yeah,
he's
running
from
the
ambulance.
When
he
was
a
youngster
he
broke
all
the
rules
–
Now
he
says
that
was
just
accident.
Always
had
the
feeling
he
was
going
to
die
young,
So
now
he
feels
repentant;
But
the
judge
was
progressive
and
the
jury
was
hung,
He
got
a
suspended
sentence.
So
he
ran
from
his
future,
he
ran
from
his
past,
Yes,
he
ran
from
the
desert
of
the
hour-glass
But
the
sea
of
time
is
a
rising
flood
And
he's
swamped
by
the
wave.
His
arms
go
limp
by
his
side,
He
only
came
for
the
ride,
He
thought
he'd
hold
back
the
tide,
Canute.
One
eye
on
the
main
chance
and
one
eye
on
the
clock,
Oh,
when
did
his
brain
go?
And
when
does
a
veteran
get
to
be
a
crock...
No
gold
at
the
end
of
this
rainbow!
He
always
boxed
clever
with
his
shadowy
hopes
But
now
he's
in
trouble
with
his
back
on
the
ropes
And
the
hands
of
time
are
bunched
into
fists:
Yeah,
he's
out
for
the
Count.
The
sword
has
sunk
in
the
lake
And
now
he's
watching
dawn
break
And
now
he
waits
for
the
stake,
Dracul.
This
boy's
a
fool,
This
fool's
a
man,
All
men
are
ruled
By
the
Second
Hand.
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