John Lyle- vocals, guitars, bass & percussionJohn Murray- lead guitarsThe Way Of ThingsAll along the morning they were dancing in the darkLost in restless fury with an action like a heartSad eyed and lonely they were waiting for a signTo take their shadows to the broken edge of timeThe living waters drowned the immigrants of fameThey made examples of those worthy of the nameWithin the messages that screamed above the wavesWere well known passages forgotten from the pageThat's the way of thingsThat’s the song they singThat’s the way yay yay of thingsAmong the missing there were those they could not findBound down to nothing like a picture for the blindWho knows what happened to the moments that they woreWild roses always grow behind an open doorThat's the way of thingsThat’s the song they singThat’s the way yay yay of thingsThey tried to listen to the wisdom of the nightBut all the things they learned were moving out of sightSo glad you made it said the beggar to the kingYou must be satisfied with losing everything That's the way of thingsThat’s the song they singThat’s the way yay yay of things