| Twin streams of traffic fix the new horizon | |
| It could happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere | |
| Keep your eyes fixed on the new horizon | |
| I could be anyone, anytime, anywhere | |
| Wait outside suffering | |
| But nothing helps me when | |
| I'm without it | |
| Realise all hopes are dim | |
| And hope that fate decides | |
| Turn your back, don't bare your chin | |
| And pray his memory's lasted one more year | |
| Fill your mind with thoughts of sin | |
| And hope that fate decides | |
| Speak of conquests from within | |
| To you your docile side is weak and thin | |
| Converts to the cause are few and slim | |
| We hope that fate decides | |
| Turn your back don't bare your chin | |
| And pray his memory's lasted one more year | |
| Fill your mind with thoughts of sin | |
| And hope that fate decides | |
| Wait outside suffering | |
| But nothing helps me when | |
| I'm without it | |
| Realise all hopes are dim | |
| And hope that fate decides |