Old man lying by the side of the road   With the lorries rolling by,   Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load   And the building scrape the sky,   Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn   And the morning paper flies,   Dead man lying by the side of the road   With the daylight in his eyes,   Don't let it bring you down - it's only castles burning,   Find someone who's turning and you will come around.      Blind man running through the light of the night   With an answer in his hand,   Come on down to the river of sight   And you can really understand,   Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,   Can you hear the sirens moan?   White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,   If you're walking home alone,   Don't let it bring you down - it's only castles burning,   Just find someone who's turning and you will come around.