Passing Through New Model Army

I was in a hurry, I hit the road young
I wasn't going anywhere, I just had to run
I said I am certain in what I know
I thought the branches waving made the wind blow

I built a castle from stones that I found along the way from the walls my colours flew
I screamed out what I've made is mine, but it wasn't really true
I'm passing through
I'm only passing through

We're in a quiet nighttime cafe on the roads heading east
We are a rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief
Over in the corner the machines play themselves
Outside is empty all fogbound roads

The woman serving coffee has a tired-out smile and a kid back at home
And all these decisions we make along the way, we just fall into
We're passing through
We're passing through

By moonlit pools we fashioned ourselves from pieces of bone
We climbed high in the mountains and carved our names deep in the stone
It will all be gone, weathered away
Back to where we came from

There's nothing to lose, nothing to lose
There's nothing to lose, no, nothing to lose