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