(keith emerson/greg lake)

I was walking on this station
I could see somebody lying on a chair
I went over to him
I said, hey man, what are you doing there
And have you got a smoke
I said youd better come in out of the rain
Before you get yourself soaked

No one can feel inside
How deep the oceans, heartaches hide

Chorus
So stand on me, Ill catch you falling
You can stand on me and Ill help you find a way
Stand on me, I can see our ship turning
Stand on me, were sailing on the wind of better days

And they accuse you when youre over and out
Ulterior motives, thats what its all about
Its just human nature, they try to make you flinch
But were takin the higher ground inch by inch
No one cal feel inside
How deep the oceans, heartaches hide

Chorus

And if you tumble when the snowflakes fall
(this is a jungle, its not a waterfall)
From where youre standing you cant get no change
They keep moving the target clean out of range