Could this be the harbinger of the change?
And do I really want to do this.....?
The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day.
It is complete now, two ends of time are neatly tied, A one-way street, she's walking to the end of the line, And there she meets the faces she keeps…
"Love and Rock'n'Roll, to the bottom of your soul, Two things, two things that don't old, Love and Rock'n'Roll..." - Greg Kihn