We are at a crossroads   Trees bow to the winds of change   But where is all the dancing   Where is all the dancing?   Where are the comely maidens?   With their hair wraps and braiding   Here we are at a crossroads   And where do we go from here?      Boozy charm will only get you so far   That's a card played by the underdog   With a lamp went cold to our rub   We turned to nurse the tiger cub      Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..      Now I hear the echo of a thousand hollow welcomes   Surely we can manage a sound one, a sound one   We've long closed Billy's barn doors   'Cos it doesn't rhyme with where the gang goes   Have we forgotten what it's like to go 'cos we did not have   We'd say it loud and with one voice   We didn't really have a choice   But to tear ourselves from this land   And go colonise by sleeping bag   Trojan nag      Back when Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..   When Rory played the blues and Ronan was still selling shoes..      Still selling shoes, still selling shoes, still selling shoes