Out On The Street Album: Conquest (1980) Ken Hensley Out on the street, dead on my feet At the mercy of the stone-cold night It's hard to compete In a dead-end street With frustration in your line of sight Do you ever stop to think Do you ever stop at all Do you have the time to feel And if you do Do you know the feeling's real Followed a sign that Pointed the way And I found myself Right back at that start I like to feel good I've tried feeling sad But I can't stand a broken heart Don't wanna wait till my dyin' day To realise I guess I'm lucky in A strange kinda way 'Cause it's clear before my eyes A grey cloud they say Hides a surprise But it rained until I lost my belief Just close your eyes We'll show you the way But I believe I've lost my faith One man speaks and one man does While another soul wields the sword I hear you all, but I still can't see Just who it is Who speaks the chosen word |