When success is on your mindnBut true direction is missingnYou know the Gods have lied - but you're still smitten.nBy the stars in your eyesnI can tell you know where you arenSmile sweetly and you'll be forgiven.nYou're almost free - almost free to come and gonBed sitting room for ambitious prisoner.nWalk away, don't take no for an answernTurn a blind eye to it allnLet sleeping dogs lienDown in Queensway.nnLike a bulldozer chasing butterfliesnDown sad English streets you wandernOver sleeping bodies you step lightly.nAll the snow on the groundnLets you pass by without a soundnOne last look before you disappear.nWalk away, don't take no for an answernTurn a blind eye to it allnLet sleeping dogs lienDown in Queensway.