When success is on your mindnBut true direction is missingnYou know the gods have lied - but you're still smittennBy the stars in your eyesnI can tell you know where you arenSmile sweetly and you'll be forgivennYou're almost free - almost free to come and gonBed setting room for ambitious prisonernnWalk awaynDon't take no for an answernTurn a blind eye to it allnLet sleeping dogs lie nDown in QueenswaynnLike a bulldozer chasing butterfliesnDown sad English streets you wandernOver sleeping bodies you step lightlynAll the snow on the groundnLets you pass by without a soundnOne last look before you disappearnnWalk awaynDon't take no for an answernTurn a blind eye to it allnLet sleeping dogs lie nDown in Queensway