In smoke filled bars
 there's the sound of guitars;
 and faces with battle scars
 empty as the glasses they stare into,
 Tell me where will tonighe take you?

 There's no colour today
 seem to be caught in the gray;
 looking for the familiar
 but I'm loosing my way.
 Lips mime to the music
 but thoughts are miles away,
 Wondering if there are winners
 in these mind-games we play.
   
Nightpeople:
Heartbeat of the city 
calling through the haze
Nightpeople:
across crowded rooms we gaze.
Hypnotic wall of music out of phase
Got to believe in better days.

The time for a change must be coming around
Sick of life's tragedies tearing me down;
Masquerading with confidence
betrayed by the frown.

Caught in a trap that you set for yourself,
Chasing your tail is no good for your health 
and what will you do if you catch it?
   

   (-Keith Newman (C) //Oct 85': on the Tony Littlejohn album Heartwarrior.)