Out of sight, Out of mind
Out of time, To decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest, Of My life
Can we fly? Do I stay
We could lose, We could fail
In the moment, It takes
To make plans, Or Mistakes
Thirty minutes,a blink of an eye
Thirty minutes
to alter our lives
Thirty minutes
to make up my mind
Thirty minutes
to finally decide
Thirty minutes
to whisper your name
Thirty minutes
to shoulder the blame
Thirty minutes
of bliss, thirty lies
Thirty minutes
to finally decide
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born