The tramp moves on to the end of the street I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet For some there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind. The world humes on at its breakneck pace People fly in their lifelong race For them there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind. The chances they come, but the chances have been lost Success can be gained, but at too great a cost For some there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind. The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree The rain flows by and moves to the sea For them there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind.