Where Are They Now?

I) Prologue

II) The Losing Game

Caught in lights in the underpass

A guy who needs no name

Lights a cigarette and thinks back...

He lost the winning game.

The Range Rover is long gone now,

The folks he bought and sold

Are transitory commodities

When investors turn their eyes on gold

Everything that happened here,

Was clear right from the start

But like a bolt from the blue,

When the sit hits the fan,

The locusts that crawl from the greenbelts

Will take all they can

III) Europe By eBay

And Dave, who list his love

In the corner of a foreign field

Gave up and hit the kick start

Of his old Ebay machine,

Rode the roads of Europe

But found him home next door

Like a bolt from the blue,

Like a shot from above

When he sees her face taking the sunlight

He only feeels love

Like the tails of lost kites left,

Ensnared on the wires

They look at the beauty around them

As they fly much higher

Around the corner is a place

Where all lost souls come face to face

With what comes next and signposts to the story's end

One lost will to carry on

But one found love when all was gone

And all our hopes and fears are waiting there...

... there at the crossing of lines

Out beyond our ordinary view

We can't know the ending until we've been through

Can't find the future,

'Cos it finds you

IV) Watershed

V) And The Kids Grow Up

The night terrors flew away

And all the agony of growing pains,

A father's hand, and the lyrics to some song ...

... Were not the key

Somewhere inside yourself,

All these fears came to nothing

You're the teacher now, my guide to what is out there!

We're ticking the years away

The story unfolds each day

We can't know what change will come

We're all on the run

The girl who stole the coat from C&A

Grew up in time to save me

To give me all the things that I'd elected to

Just go out and miss

For all the crimes that I'd commit

which beat her tenfold

She's a doctor now...

... I was her first case

VII) Earnest In The Resthome

They fished him from his bathtub, three days after he had a stroke,

They sent Earnest to a resthome for other old abandoned folks,

But I bet he told stories! He'd be better that a Top Gun film!

And told them how he made that bike work, and how he made the spare parts from a tin!

We never saw it

We never saw him take his final roll

But he flew out of that resthome in a spitfire

With his hands firmly on the controls

VIII) Another Earnest On The Sorpe Dam

Up atop the only dam the squadron could not break

The guy who failed to blow it speaks on a voice that shakes

For the first time in these sixty years

He glimpses what he did...

Like a bolt from the blue,

Like a shot from above,

He talked with the folks from the valley below

--- and found love!

It's like when people find God

(That's a claim I can't boast)

You don't know what the end of the story is

Until you come close