Monday night
Loud in the road outside
I saw the gate coming down
And smoke all around
The south hill

These last days
Con-men controlled my fate
No one is holding the whip
And the oil won´t stick
But I will

Now that a light is on
Now that the water runs
And the heartless are nearly gone
No time to get it wrong

Sunday end
Ache for the sight of friends
Though I´ve been safe in the thought
That the line we walk
Is the same one

Now that a light is on
Now that the water runs
And the heartless are nearly gone
No time to get it wrong

Sometimes it comes to this, no it´s true
This time, what comes of it, call it due
I do
I do
I do
I do

Now that a light is on
Now that the water runs
And the heartless are nearly gone
No time to get it wrong