Out here I understand
that one, alone can be so brave.
Even the young
have got a style all their own.
So many different shapes ans sizes to encounter.
And to think,
they live in fear of us.
We're always taking what we're giving.
I've seen what the tide throws up.
It brings a tear to my eyes.
I've been walking stages,
been looking underneath.
So many talking the reasons why
we live with our hands in the air
and our mouths open wide,
because we never know when to stop.
We walk such a fine line.
We're bending all the rules
and won't follow directions.
Is all the caring running out?
Let's take a last look around -
Someone turn the channel,
where's the remote control?