Somewhere in time, 1986 Tough of the track with the wind And the rain that's beating down on your back Your heart's beating loud And goes on getting louder And goes on even more 'til the sound is ringing in your head With every step you tread and every breath you take Determination makes you run, never stop Gotta win, gotta run 'til you drop Keep the pace, hold the race The mind is getting clearer You're over halfway there But the miles, they never seem to end As if you're in a dream, not getting anywhere It seems so futile Run, on and on Run, on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner I've got to keep running the course I've got to keep running and win at all costs I've got to keep going, be strong Must be so determined and push myself on Run over stiles, across fields Turn to look at who's on your heels Way ahead of the field The line is getting nearer But do you want the glory that goes? You reach the final stretch, ideals are just a trace You feel like throwing the race It's all so futile Run, on and on Run, on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner Run, on and on Run, on and on The loneliness of the long distance runner

Script for a Jester's Tear, 1983 The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice Advice, advice, advice me This shroud will not suffice And thus begins the web Attempting to discard these clinging memories I only serve to wallow in our past I fabricate the weave with my excuses Its strands I hope and pray shall last Oh please do last The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me Confused and rejected, despised and alone I kiss isolation on its fevered brow Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me Your reasons were so obvious As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears But even jesters cry I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you, the past does have it's say You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart Decisions have been made, decisions have been made I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud Thus ends the web