Where Are They Now? (The Tangent)

i prologue ii the losing game Caught in lights in the underpass A guy who needs no name Lights a cigarette and thinks back... He lost the winning game. The Range Rover is long gone now, The folks he bought and sold Are transitory commodities When investors turn their eyes on gold Everything that happened here, Was clear right from the start But like a bolt from the blue, When the sit hits the fan, The locusts that crawl from the greenbelts Will take all they can iii europe by ebay And Dave, who list his love In the corner of a foreign field Gave up and hit the kick start Of his old Ebay machine, Rode the roads of Europe But found him home next door Like a bolt from the blue, Like a shot from above When he sees her face taking the sunlight He only feeels love Like the tails of lost kites left, Ensnared on the wires They look at the beauty around them As they fly much higher Around the corner is a place Where all lost souls come face to face With what comes next and signposts to the story's end One lost will to carry on But one found love when all was gone And all our hopes and fears are waiting there... ... there at the crossing of lines Out beyond our ordinary view We can't know the ending until we've been through Can't find the future, 'Cos it finds you iv watershed v and the kids grow up The night terrors flew away And all the agony of growing pains, A father's hand, and the lyrics to some song ... ... Were not the key Somewhere inside yourself, All these fears came to nothing You're the teacher now, my guide to what is out there! We're ticking the years away The story unfolds each day We can't know what change will come We're all on the run The girl who stole the coat from C&A Grew up in time to save me To give me all the things that I'd elected to Just go out and miss For all the crimes that I'd commit which beat her tenfold She's a doctor now... ... I was her first case vii earnest in the resthome They fished him from his bathtub, three days after he had a stroke, They sent Earnest to a resthome for other old abandoned folks, But I bet he told stories! He'd be better that a Top Gun film! And told them how he made that bike work, and how he made the spare parts from a tin! We never saw it We never saw him take his final roll But he flew out of that resthome in a spitfire With his hands firmly on the controls viii another earnest on the sorpe dam Up atop the only dam the squadron could not break The guy who failed to blow it speaks on a voice that shakes For the first time in these sixty years He glimpses what he did... Like a bolt from the blue, Like a shot from above, He talked with the folks from the valley below --- and found love! It's like when people find God (That's a claim I can't boast) You don't know what the end of the story is Until you come close