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 hurries on at its breakneck pace People fly by in their lifelong race For them there's a future to find And 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 on to the sea For them there's a future to find But I think they're leaving me behind