lyrics

Thursday's Child (The Chameleons)

Notes by Mark - The title is taken from an old poem, I can't remember it all, or it's title, but it goes "Wednesday's child is full of woe; Thursday's child has far to go." I realised that I was actually growing up and leaving my childhood behind me. I was asking myself. What kind of man would I become?

Where are we?
First and last
Bound together in our past
Much too cruel
Much too fast
And much too quick to anger

I suppose
Years ago
Years ago I might have known
I suppose
Years ago

Traps laid bare
In my face
Set to keep me in my place
Wave goodbye to the child
And life, it seems, is colder

I suppose
Years ago I might have known
I suppose

No
Please leave my mind intact
As I slowly grow older

Where are we?
Each and all
Creatures run and creatures crawl
Spinning here on this ball
Creatures run and creatures crawl

Alternative Lyrics from Marks songbook (Dearest dead days):

Where are we?
First and last
Bound together in our past
Much too cruel
Much too fast
And much too quick to anger

I suppose
Years ago

Years ago I might have known
I suppose
Years ago

Traps laid bare
In my face
Set to keep me in my place
Wave goodbye to the child
And life, it seems, is colder

I suppose
Years ago I might have known
I suppose

No
Please leave my mind intact
As I slowly grow older

Where are we?
Each and all
Creatures run and creatures crawl
Spinning here on this ball
Creatures run and creatures crawl