Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Deacon Blue
Staring from the pavement at some poor dog in the road
Wishing for his eyes to open
And a women’s watching TV trying to recognise a face
Of a man she hoped she’d never see again
There’s no other exit there’s no better way
Your gonna do the hardest thing you’ve ever done
This man’s lost his memory this women’s lost her sons
They’ve both been waiting for a long time
Someday this’ll pass and mostly be forgotten
You’ll get along just fine
Thеre’s no getting round it therе’s no turning back
And call the righteous and the wretched and wronged
The Hindus and the Hutus the masters and the slaves
The hangman and the criminal the cowards and the brave
They’ll get along just fine
They’ll get along just fine
They’ll get along just fine