Words

A shadow
of the clouds moves on the pavement
among the people
in a hurry to leave their mark
On this planet it spins
it rotates regardless
of the heights you hit
oh the failures that go with it
you cross off the seconds
like days of the calender
and visualise, a decline in slow motion
daylight returns
while you're finding your feet
you're still finding you're feet

these words, they're not useless
but they won't work on their own
this part of you, that means something
is still standing alone
oh words, can't be useless
but they won't work on their own

Now turn off the distractions
and walk right through this avalanche
with hope intact
of the outcome who can be exact
so laugh it off for good, for good

these words, they're not useless
but they won't work on their own
this part of you, that means something
is still standing alone
oh words, can't be useless
but they won't work on their own



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
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