Barclay James Harvest

May Day

The rock on which I stand is slowly sinking in
the sand,
The sheer realities of live are rushing by,
I am looking out of live and I don't know
what's wrong or right,
And I can't even see the bright side of
the moon.

I stopped a man in the street today,
Then I asked him "Sir, is it night or day"?
He justed stared in disbelief,
I asked againbut he walked away
He said "Don't you know"?
I said "Can't you say
Is there something in between?
Is there something I've not seen?
Did it change so fast?
Or was is a dream?

Time and time again I've tried to re-create
the past few days,
Evaluate the constants from the haze,
But every time I think I'm right, they say
I'm wrong "this day is night, and night is day."
it's there in black and white."
Night is light and dark is day,
if I disagree they say I'm insane and the treatment will begin.
If I say that day is light, they just point my
eyes to the blinding night saying
"we can't set you free, if you alway disagree,
so the state is going to pay your doctor's fee."

They put me out in the pouring rain,
To enjoy the sun, or to feel the pain.
Of the nightmare life's become
I asked a man on the street today
Or was it yesterday or the day before
Is there something I've not seen?
Is there something in between?
Did it change so fast?
Or was is a dream?

The rock on which I stand, is now between the
ever flowing sand,
The sheer realities are here to stay,
I am looking out of live and now I know what's
wrong and right,
It's what you hear and what you read and
waht they say.

I saw a man in the street today,
Ask another man "is it night or day"?
He just stared in disbelief,
He said"Friend, it's your lucky day,
I'm a party man, won't you step this way?
I've got something you've not seen".
Now I know it's not a dream,
It just came so fast this something in between.