(Amsterdam - Holland 1990)

Was it you I saw standing naked at the
   doorway of some other world?
Was it you I saw who held the burning torch up
   high screaming to be heard?
From the cradle to the grave you gave your
   heart and soul for broken dreams and promises
You can't remember who to blame and hid the
   shame we were the children of the revolution

I've searched the back roads of my life
Asking myself the questions
But now I'm back again
How have you been?
We've got to get on with the show
It's everything that we've ever known
'cos we got nowhere else to go

Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me
   give me a little piece of your heart
Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me
   give me just a little piece of your life
From the cradle to the grave we gave our hearts
   and souls for broken dreams and promises
You can't remember who to blame and hid the
   shame we were the children of the revolution

The mysteries of the human race
Our lives emotional junkyards
I now know what I was looking for
And we've got to get on with the show
It's everything that we've ever known
'cos we got nowhere else to go

Stuck between a rock and a hard place
The strain shows on your face
Find a place to call your home
Choose a reason not to roam
The patience of a saint is now
The courage of a lion and sieze the day