Where do I see the light   It's all gone dead in a way     Cos more or less and get on by   My made up thing on the day     Oh Lord can a stone   Be ballest for an aching soul     Just learning how to know your mind   No hiding out on the way back     To get out before I'm feeling   You just blow them all away   It's eighties life   But it all looks good on you     Suddenly police run out   And hope is found in a sound     Cos I don't want to live a war   That's got no end in our time     Call it living in this country   Calling it missing dawn patrol   It's eighties life   And it's all gone right on you