Jonatha Brooke Where Were You
You know the tricks of the trade You can hit the soft spots at the center Dish it out and take it back Riding on the wave of your pompous ways But I know that sooner or later You'll have to wring your lovely hands in dismay You'll go back to the board room Add the numbers up and turn the page at the end of the day Where were you at the bleakest of moments? Where were you at the hint of success? When through the window of opportunity came The glimmer of a day in the sun Glimmer of a day in the sun You took the canvas of a life Torn with the wind and the loss could still pull you along Pocketing images one by one Of the past, toward your future, "A penny for your song" Position memories carefully You dust them off at holidays Then you'll go back to the board room And declare your passion for the new day But where were you at the bleakest of moments? Where were you at the hint of success? When through the window of opportunity came The glimmer of a day in the sun Glimmer of a day in the sun I don't think that it's me you've got in mind Looks like the blind still bluffing the blind Lead me on and lay me down 'Cause where were you? Where were you at the bleakest of moments? Where were you at the hint of success? When through the window of opportunity came The glimmer of a day in the sun Glimmer of a day in the sun