place
 You give me news
 I don't want to know
 You say that I should care
 That I should speak my mind

 Oh, but how can I speak of the
 world
 Rushing by
 With a lump in my throat
 And tears in my eyes
 Have we come to the point of no
 turning back
 Or is it still time to get into
 The swing of things

 Let us walk through this windless
 city
 I'll go on till the winter gets me
 "Sleep..."you wrote "sleep, my dear"
 In a letter somewhere

 Oh, but how can I sleep with your
 voice in my head
 And an ocean between us
 And room in my bed
 Have I come to the point where I'm
 losing the grip
 Or is it still time to get into
 The swing of things

 When she glows in the dark
 And I'm weak by the sight
 Of this breathtaking beauty
 In which I can hide
 There is a worldful out there
 Of people I fear
 But given time I'll get into
 The swing of things

 Yes, when she glows in the dark and
 I'm struck by the sight
 I know that I'll need this for the rest
 of my life

 What have I done
 What lies I have told
 I've played games with the ones that
 rescued my soul
 Have I come to the point where I'm
 losing the grip
 Or is it still time to get into
 The swing of things