Lyrics
Tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind
The world hurries on at its breakneck pace
People fly by in their lifelong race
For them there's a future to find
And I think they're leaving me behind
The chances, they come but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves on to the sea
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind
