The fires are burning in another land.
Don´t start counting, don´t start counting.
Colder and colder, the ice is moving closer
And it gets me down.
Going round and round and down the same old track,
Pack on my back.
Going swiftly nowhere, heart in my ear
Beating like a drum.

Where will you go?
All by yourself.
(Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah.)

And now I´m standing on the corner, waiting in the rain,
But then in sunlight without warnin´, I invent a name.

Me and Sarah Jane, we had a special thing goin´.
Me and Sarah Jane.
It was a time of love and laughter. It wouldn´t come again.
We had our round of joyful laughter. Then began the pain.

Me and Sarah Jane, we had a special thing goin´.
Me and Sarah Jane. (Sarah Jane.)

I´m searching for a clue, traces on the sand.

First, I´m flying, going round, round, round.
Then, I´m sliding, going down, down, down.
Doesn´t matter - where I start, I always end up,
Crawling through those same old crowded rooms.

Me and Sarah Jane, we had it coming, all the pain.
Walkin´ down the streets and finding nothing is the same.
And now the city lights are dimmin´ one by one,
It costs too much money to keep them on.

Me and Sarah Jane, in silence walk along the shore,
Tears of joy and mocking laughter, words lost in the wind.
The tide was risin´ but there we stayed,
We had no fear of dying, we weren´t afraid.