Wishing for money is a man growing old and he
Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary
Winning hand in hand Michael Miles plays a game for me
Liberace asks after me and all my family

On down the line
A soldier hides his worn uniform in an eiderdown
Says never mind the war take me home again
For the last time

Jim parades a toy that he won on a rifle range
Holds him up high, its a plaster statue of Peter Glaze
It says the strangest things
And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs

Wishing for money is a man growing old and he
Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary
And Mr T offers me and all humanity a safe place to be
And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs