Angelic Upstarts Empty Street
			
Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind. 
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why, 
A reason why.
I see the man in the big black car wishing he could have my place. 
Give him just a week of my life and wipe the smile off from his face, 
Off from his face.
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last. 
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask. 
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return. 
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act.
Look around can you see my life, just a wide and empty space, 
Looking for encouragement of a worthwhile thing to do, a thing to do.
The country's in a hell of a state everyday upon the news, 
It’s all the same, if they win it’s always us they will abuse, 
They will abuse.
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last. 
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask. 
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return. 
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act.
Walking on the empty street with tomorrow on my mind. 
Every day it seems the same I find it hard to reason why, 
A reason why.
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last. 
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask. 
We’ve reached the turning point; we’ve reached the point of no return. 
I don’t think they’ll ever listen so now’s the time to act.
Searching is a task I face, day to day as great as the last. 
Why can’t I just look forward? It’s not sympathy I ask. 
We’ve reached the turning point.