It's the best of times And the worst of all When you close your eyes Then you start to fall Every dam will burst Every glass will shatter It's a brand new world And that's all that matters Who will bang the gavel say enough is enough Who will be left standing to know which way is up In another place (If our pockets are empty) We can be satisfied (If our pockets are full) Every road and desire leads to another place When our ship comes in (If it happens tomorrow) We will be overjoyed (that our pockets are filled with sand) Count all our blessings And dream of another place It's the tender touch And it draws you in Till the fever drops Then you're back again Every baby cries Every man is bleeding Once you taste the wine Then you go needing Who can shake the ratle, ring the bell, hear the sound Of the quiet desperation when there's no one around In another place (If our pockets are empty) We can be satisfied (If our pockets are full) Every road and desire leads to another place When our ship comes in (If it happens tomorrow) We will be overjoyed (that our pockets are filled with sand) Count all our blessings And dream of another place