You've got a way of talkin' I've got a way of holdin' in Back to the start again Things I should say more often Get bottled up to pour like gin Back to the start again And when you see me Am I a shadow in your night? And when I look into your eyes Why do they burn so big and bright? Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Dreams of empire Up from the solid south and In from the wide Missouri plains Back to the start again Borne high on dusky backs and Laid low in everlasting shame Back to the start again And when you see me Am I the specter on your glass? Why do you turn your gaze away? Am I the visage of your past? Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Dreams of empire Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh