Hunters, lonely workers wander Clutching their briefcase or bag Umbrella in hand I'm just a child now I know I will Be doing things that I shouldn't Like picking up when I could put down And saying no when I wouldn't Never was my ray gun on you If it was you have somehow slipped through My fingers tremble too much To hold or control Never was, never was my ray gun on you Working only shifting heartbeats Making the day flow by Laborious lines You say you've held it inside You've seen some things that are real But only now do I realise Cos only now do I feel Never was my ray gun on you If it was you have somehow slipped through My fingers tremble too much To hold or control Never was, never was my ray gun on you Never was, never was my ray gun on you