(Tennant/Lowe)-----------------
By the cathedral
into the sun
pilgrims are singing
their journey done
I look at my short life and think
of all the champagne that I drink
with all the faces that I know
and how much further can one go?
And if I decide
to step aside
I will try to reply to
the feelings I hide
I look from my window
down to the square
at workers still queuing
patiently there
for market forces to provide
what history's so far denied
for a different kind of fate
than to labour long and always wait
And if I decide
to step aside
I will try to return to
the person inside
Will I always need you?
Would you want me to?
Can you love me for good
the way you thought you could?