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 it's 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 it's 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

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