Woorden: Mott The Hoople. Ride on The Sun.

I just done some living, still got the pain
Ain't done much giving, just my name
Ride on my son, that cold steel rail still following you

Oh Lord I wanna try and lose this iron bail
Ride on the sun, ride on the sun, until you break

And the city doctor's, try to see there's a future left for me
So I show them the rainbows, they're too color blind
I'm hard to find

Oh Lord give me the strength so I can speak
Ride the sun, ride on the sun, until you break

Oh undertaker, switch off your TV
I don't know who's dead, is it you or is it me?
For your calculations, innocent eyes, you are in doubt

Oh Lord I'm trying to find out just where I am
Ride on the sun oh, ride on the sun oh, until I break