Now and againan innocent shinesout from the crowdand scenesthat roll down the streetsthe inhuman streams,down from the trees,and up from their knees.Jump overboard,strike for the shore,leave your clothes to the fire.Counting the days your innocence paid.You can play it, re-arrange it,you can change your mind.Tell me howthe horrors escapeas we follow their trail'til dark.Once for the need,twice for the thrill,into the groves,into the groves.Wash up ashore,follow the call,leave your debts behind you.Counting the ways that innocence pays.You can play it, re-arrange it,you might change your mind.(solo)In the big city heata photo can fade,who were the saintsof old?Keep a brush at your heelsand cover your tracks,aim for the higherground in the field.Jump overboard,strike for the shore,leave your clothes to the fire.Counting the days your innocence paid.You can play it, re-arrange it,you can change your mind.Change your mind.Change your mind.Change your mind.--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com