N.O.W. & THE-N - Left Holding The Gold
	lyrics
Left Holding The Gold (1980) City driving, you find an omen On every corner, for any reason Going places, Axes travelling Feeling happy, time of season Gears have seemed to slip away from my hand No control, so you say its the Grand A writer A failure A warning A story Union Station, lonely waiting Hold the gold, no celebrating In his head the people waving In emotion, eyes are swaying Take his breath, supports were broken Bending for a subway token Hardened lip from bitter weather Wheres the part where things get better?