Bons tempos...

These things you keep

You better throw them away

Turn your back

On your soulless days

Once you were tethered

Now you are free

Once you were tethered

Now you are free

That was the river

This is the sea

If you're feeling weary

Maybe been alone too long

Or else you've been suffering from

A few too many plans that have gone wrong

And you're trying to remember

How fine your life used to be

Running around banging your drum

Like it's nineteen-seventy-three

Well that was the river

This is the sea

You say you've got trouble

You say you've got pain

You say you've got nothin to hold on to

Nothing to trust, nothing but chains

You've been scouring your conscience

And raking through your memory

Scouring your conscience

And raking through your memory

But that was the river

This is the sea

I can see you wavering

As you try to decide

You've got a war in your head

And it's tearing you up inside

You're trying to make sense

Of something that you just don't see

You're trying to make sense now

And you know you once held the key

But that was the river

This is the sea

Now I hear there's a train

It's coming down the line

It's yours if you hurry

You've got still enough time

And you don't need no ticket

And you don't pay no fee

You don't need a ticket

You don't pay a fee

That was the river

This is the sea

Mike Scott, London, 1984