rock
blues
americana
Story behind the song
Inspired by a conversation with a stranger in a queue at the post office. 'Twenty months' he said, the time limit he had given himself to get away from the UK and retire to the sun, he thought his life would then magically become perfect...
Lyrics
My pain is your pain,
There's a sorrow in this crooked heart
The earth is spinnin'
But the axis falls apart
There flies the dreams...
Of all our common worth,
In gas n' oil n' all the needs we have
- To wear the dirt...
20 months he said,
Before his life would start...
Retire to sun,
Well first they'll take his light
In daily grind, n' all the things he thought he'd find
- Are gone...
What are we livin' for?
What are we dyin' for?
Is there an open door?
What are we livin' for?
Our sons are hurt,
Our daughters walk in fear of life...
This world's a store
And no one pays the warning price
But somewhere in the lonely waste
A voice, a silent seeking face -
- Is all, is all, is all
The human race...
What are we livin' for?
What are we dyin' for?
Is there an open door?
What are we livin' for?
What are we livin' for?
What are we dyin' for?
Is there an open door?
What are we livin' for?
It ain't love...
Oh...
What are we livin' for?
What are we dyin' for?
Is there an open door?
What are we livin' for?
Oh what are we livin' for?
What are we dyin' for?
Is there an open door?
What are we livin' for?
Cos it ain't love,
It ain't love,
No It ain't love,
No it ain't L O V E!!!!!!!!!
© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
21.01.06