Retire

The man of ten broken hearts
He whispers and the crying starts
A man up to here
Defiant to fear
A master of fate

I walk through the corridor
Dance a step on the hallway floor
I know I can say
I've had my day
I'll stay here no more

But where can I go to from here?
I'm standing here
Removing the tears that fall from my face
They dry in the sand

I think I'll retire
I think I'll retire
Retire into uncertainty.

The worker on the plantation
The rains begin, the sensation
With one last embrace
I feel no disgrace
For nobody

The day begins before the sun
The moon is high up, all the work is done
The children are fed
And sleeping in bed
Before I arrive.

My hands are bleeding and still
I can't refuse
The work on this land
Our fathers that lived here before
Won't tell though I know
I look up to them
And ask them to send
The answers to me



My hands are bleeding and still
I can't refuse
The work on this land
Our fathers who lived here before
Won't tell though I know
I look up to them
And ask them to send
The answers to me

I think I'll retire
I think I'll retire
Retire into uncertainty.
I think I'll retire
I think I'll retire
Retire into uncertainty.
Retire into uncertainty.
I think I'll retire
I think I'll retire
Retire into uncertainty...