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