Lyrics by Pete Brown.  © Warner Chappell Music.

Pieces of Mind
Pieces of mind
See how they ran
Prizes of sun
Still to be won
When the life is made of straw
Can you tell me what it's for
Waves that pound against the door
Leave me at the place of/throw it away/throw it away
Leave it today/
Keep me dancing stop me grasping
Clouds that turn to dust on touching
Times I'm so far from/What I want

So much the same
Living in games
Pieces of cake
Until they break apart
They say the plane that comes to pass never rhymes
Now it burns on grass too steep to climb

Best of friends
Until the flowers end
Mines have taken their place
Darkness in their face
Now the golden coach is here
Can you cure me of the fear
Should I move into the clear
Find a time in which I/throw it away/get out today

Keep me singing stop me clutching
Rooms that turn to dust on touching
Times I'm so far from/What I want

Merry-go-round
In a town without a sound
Wings for hire
From the church with no choir
The burning ship is sailing
It will not leave without me -- /Throw it away/get out today/
Get out today/
-- Keep me singing stop me clutching
Rooms that turn to dust on leaving
Times I'm so far from/What I want

Merry-go-round
In a town without a sound
Wings for hire
From the church with no choir
The burning ship is sailing
It will not leave without me
The stocks of fire unfailing
Won't set me free
There goes the price of drowning
So I must swim to the end
Each day the head needs crowning
To much to mend . . .

Golden Days
Keep those golden days
From going separate ways
Keep the harbour lights
Burning inside
The streets of old (Can't hear the names they call)
Shelter from the cold (Long ago, so far inside/Where the past still tries to hide)
Find the dusty sun sleeping

Trying to sail where rapids run
Riding our frail ships out to the sun
Playing for time, searching for signs
Save the eyes so bright (Can't stop the things they see)
From closing in the night (Long ago, so far away/Where the fires spark and play)
Keep the softest flame burning

Trying to sail where rapids run
Riding our frail ships out to the sun
Playing for signs, searching for time
(Long ago, so far away/Where the fires spark and play)
Keep the softest flame burning . . .

Running Through Our Hands
Running through our hands
In the waving grass
One harvest time can't stop them now
Cities made of sand
That were built to last
No one man sky to tell them how

Seasons kiss, collide and miss
Stars still turn and sometimes burn
And the stones alone laugh . . .

Passing through our arms
Go each others loves
One woman sea can't break their fall
Blossoms in your gaze,
Stormclouds race above
One season more they've grown so tall

Seasons kiss, collide and miss
Stars still turn and sometimes burn
But the stones alone laugh . . .

Keep On Wondering
Raising my glass
To the cities of grass in the wind
Drinking a toast
To the ghost who can still keep it in
Getting on so bad
In the dreams I've had
Still I keep on wondering

Try not to go
Too depressingly slow through the night
Try not to blow out
The candles that throw out the light
Can't afford to lean
On the towns I've seen
Still I keep on wondering

Taking a plane
To the place in the rainbow of smiles
Measures I took
For the pleasures of beating the dials
Moving through the dark
With my lonely spark
Still I keep on wondering

Hoping for aid
When the others have strayed into line
Feelings of anger
To strangle the dangers of time
Sliding down the stair
To whatever's there
Well I keep on wondering . . .

Keep It Down
Keep it down
If it's still hangin' around
Kept away
Well it's lost inside a day
On the journey through the street
To the corner you have to meet
Keep keepin' it down
If it's hangin' around

In the dawn
When the last drop it has gone
Summer leaves
From the hill where my love grieves
In the sun where you met her
In the shade where you left her
Keep keepin' it down
If it's hangin' around

You've got to keep it down
And never let it go to the top
'Cause you know that if it does
The roundabout is nevver gonna stop, never gonna stop

In the night
There's a space replaces your face
That you lent
I don't know just how it went
Though the trains have passed it by
It still sits up in your sky
Keep keepin' it down
If it's hangin' around
Yeah . . . Keep it down . . . keep it down . . . keep it down . . .

Into the Storm
I'm going to make it by myself,
It is the young man who still lives at home
I'm going to make it on my own,
It is the greyhead who can only moan
I'm going to cut off all my ties,
I'm going to wipe out all the lies,
I'm going to leave the old disguises --
I'm leaving my home, the simple land
I'm handing myself a helping hand
Heading into he storm

I'm going to get there by myself,
It is the hero breaking up the house
I'm going to make the morning train,
I'm going to take whatever time allows
I've got my maps and my guitar,
Let my old friends prop up the bar
Although the pst becomes a dear thing --
Six inches of soil, left behind
Sun that used to smile, never mind
Heading into the storm

I'm going to make it by myself
There has to be a time and place to say it
I'm going to stand up on my own,
If there's a pace then I'm the one to stay it
I hear the voices from the sea,
They say the world's the place for me
I've got to leave my old disguises --
I'm leaving my home, simple land
I'm handing myself a helping hand
Heading into the storm . . .

One
Face next to mine in the mirror
Love for an hour's history
Only one, just begun
Trying to keep from sleeping
Live in the soft memory
Inly one, just begun

Says in the tune where there's plenty
Gold for a life's treasury
Only two, what to do
Searched in the moon, found the answers
Sold to the next mystery
Only two, what to do

Get back on the track, singing
Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing
Ties torn, shadows born, stormy
Match away, less to say, gone astray, time to pay --
Then there's just empty rooms again
Swept streets
Clean sun sheets

Face next to mine in the darkness
Row down the river with me
Ships that pass, never last
Trying to keep from waking
Know how the lives used to be
Ships that pass never last

Get back on the track, singing
Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing
Ties torn, shadows born, stormy
Match away, less to say, time to pay, gone astray --
Then there's just autumn rooms again
Swept streets
Clean sun sheets

Timeslip
Leaves falling
Face down on the ground
Lie in the rusty crowd
That waits in the pouring rain
By the pavements of grey
In autumn days
Days spending tie
Outside the place of laughter

Brave weddings
On summer mornings
Gardens of proud husbands
That wait in the silver sun
As the fields come awake
Lost summer days
Days spending time
Making the songs of laughter

Time slipping, time slipping