The tramp moves on to the end of the street   I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet   For some there's a future to find   But I think they're leaving me behind.      The world humes on at it's breakneck pace   People fly in their lifelong race   For them there's a future to find   But I think they're leaving me behind.      The chances they come, but the chances have been lost   Success can be gained, but at too great a cost   For some there's a future to find   But I think they're leaving me behind.      The wind sweeps up and goes back to it's tree   The rain flows by and moves to the sea   For them there's a future to find   But I think they're leaving me behind.