Rat Racing - Pallas

The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn

A tug on a heartstring by soft, unknown, fingers

Leading me on, But there’s only a streetlamp

Standing guard to my soul

In the morning air

A silent companion, waiting like me for the dawn…

Faint stirrings of life are heard 'cross the rooftops

Breaking the spell

Echoes of footsteps that call down the pavement

With stories to tell

And Chimney-smoke towers reaching out on the grey

Of the morning light

Passionate fingers, outstretched in welcome for the dawn…

The sound of the city

Thunders around me

Drags me along

The babble of voices

The roar of the traffic

Drown me in their song

I’m only a heartbeat keeping time with a pace

Set by marching feet

A pulse that beats stronger as the new day unfolds from the dawn…

Can you feel it pumping?

Can you feel it flowing round and round?

Can you feel it through your fingertips?

To your head it flows up through the ground…

Does it scare you?

When you feel the scenery closing in…

Adrift on the street

I merge with confusion

And I feel complete

Swelling with the human tide

Heart and mind electrified

--I'm swaying like the ground beneath my feet

We can stand and watch with pride

Or maybe scorn and cricise

How people seem like rats at running pace

But you and I are runners too

There’s nothing more that we can do

But join the rats down at the starting gate

But you and I are runners too

There’s nothing more that we can do but run

The final strait lies round the bend

But I don’t want this race to end!!!