Alba s touto skladbou:
The Battle Rages On... ,
The Years Of Decay,
Roadworks ,
Now ,
Free Hand,
The Battle Rages On,
He's Back,
Raise Your Fist and Yell,
Rests where he's staying,
nowhere he knows,
A place where nobody cares
where he's straying
or where he goes.
To find no-one in particular,
footloose, adventure still,
No thoughts for reasons,
he does all he's doing
Has time to kill and still
he's killing the time.
Sundowner, drifting from place to place,
Where all he needs is the shelter
from seasons he was to face,
No bounds or duties are his,
never seeking to find an end.
For life goes on being life,
time and fortune he needs no
Friends and yet he's killing the time.
Where does he come from what did he do,
You know the answers are his hopes
and promises nothing new
With no regrets he goes on doing nothing.
Himself alone,
but still he finds all the time isn't wasted,
His life his own and yet he's killing the time.
And with no questions t
hen he finds his way
Tomorrow's never dawn only today.
Content within his time just drifts away
He finds his way
He finds his way
Sundowner, drifting from place to place,
Where all he needs is the shelter from seasons
he was to face,
No bounds or duties are his,
never seeking to find an end.
For life goes on being life,
time and fortune he needs no
Friends and yet he's killing the time.
Where does he come from what did he do,
You know the answers are his hopes
and promises nothing new
With no regrets he goes on doing nothing.
Himself alone, but still he finds all the time isn't wasted,
His life his own and yet he's killing the time.
