The ordinary boys become ordinary men,
time is a thief, time and time again,
we see the shoreline, we wait by the crossing,
we look across the water, see what’s in the offing.
We see our reflections, us ordinary people,
What do they behold?
She’s a storm no one expected
One that you would never hold.
Strangers on the horizon, echoes in the mist
Silence in the wind that blows
Shapeless words fall from my lips.
When time is of the essence
In the fullness of time
With no rhyme or reason, you’ll never be mine.
Tug on my heartstrings, listen to their cries,
I’ll no longer worry, I won’t listen to the lies.
With our grace under pressure, we’re under the cosh,
Impossible to bring back, all that we lost.
Once in my lifetime, for once in my life
I’ll steal the soul of a rich girl
Under the New York city lights.
For he who wears the kaftan, gets to let me down
He gets my best of days, my cold, cold nights
Gets a smile out of this frown.
Maybe goodbye and move forward
Only when you are able
For once the horse has bolted, empty is the stable.
I’m innocent, just so you know
I’ll run straight ahead
I won’t come back home,
I don’t need anyone, I’ll live my best life alone.
If I feel low
this is just the way,
When I am listless, untethered, astray
Down by the river is where I’ll lay.
But there was a light, there was a hand
There was a voice, that would understand.
See a Meanie, salute a Meanie
Forever as your friends
All for one and one for all
Meanies until the end.
We worry about the nation,
We worry day and night
Dial M for Meanie
for the voice to see you right.
Old friends always waiting to help see you through
If you fall on your sword, make sure that it’s blue.
Azra Pathan
Blue Nation – The Ordinary People out now