It's easy to say, when you're so down,
|
that everything's pointless;
|
your eyes burn, your ears howl,
|
your limbs are disjointed.
|
Barren fields, the barren earth,
|
never more will it flower -
|
rub your face and your hands in the dirt:
|
now is the hour!
|
So stand straight, looking over your shoulder,
|
walk on, though you fear to arrive;
|
don't wait till you know that it's over,
|
be strong - it's your place to survive.
|
|
While the holocaust rages around you,
|
be the eye of the storm;
|
though the extent of disaster astounds you,
|
forearmed is forewarned.
|
You may have passed time in happier ways,
|
but there are other mountains to blimb:
|
you've never lived as you're living today -
|
now is the time!
|
Stand straight, though your back breaks from trying,
|
walk on - even now you must strive.
|
Don't wait; while you're waiting, you're dying.
|
Be strong - it's your place to survive.
|
|
The universe is doubtless unfolding
|
just exactly as it should
|
and these dreams of remorse or foreboding
|
won't do you any good.
|
The joy, the passion, possessions you own,
|
the bitterness and the pain,
|
the end of everything you've ever known:
|
all these are ordained.
|
|
Stand straight looking into the future,
|
walk on--we've each got our own lives.
|
Don't wait for a guru or tutor,
|
be strong--it's your place to survive.
|
Stand straight, looking over your shoulder,
|
walk pon: though it hurts, you're alive.
|
Don't wait - if you wait it's all over;
|
be strong - it's your right to survive.
|
|
-----------------
|
A Place To Survive
|
| Van Der Graaf Generator |
