Count on stronger, yet softer hands Look the window and pull the dreams I see, you see, their arms and danger Here he looks like a winner from distant places But i can see they're going down, down, down Them going down They're going down Them going down Far, far patient, and calm to care Dont you try them, they'll make us him I see, you see, their arms and danger Here he looks like a winner from distant places But i can see they them going down, down, down Them going down They're going down Them going down One last call, there's no feeling in your heart One last fight, there's no feeling left at all One last fog, rolling over rolling-hills One last plan, there's no science to the thought