THESE ARE NOT DISPASSIONATE WORDS OF THE COOL / THE HEADLINE STILL RULES THE EDITOR'S A FOOL / SHALL WE DOUSE OUT THE FLAMES OR WILL EVERYBODY FUSE / AND LEAVE US STRANDING HERE TOMORROW / I HEARD A CALLING OUT. A CRY FROM THE HEART / FROM THE TOWNS OF CEMENT AND NO BEAUTY / A WHISPER IT TURNED HOWL. MAN HE DIDN'T KNOW / HE WAS STANDING WAITING FOR TOMORROW / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / I COULD NEVER FIGURE THE CALENDARS FLOW / NOR CAN I WORK OUT HOW THE WILD WIND BLOWS / BUT WE'RE READY FROM WITHIN AND WE'RE STARTING TO GO / AWAY FROM THE PLACE OF NO TOMORROW / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / OH THE WRECKING FIELDS ARE A TERRIBLE PLACE. WITH A SULPHUROUS SMELL AND A FRIGHTENING PACE AND THE HOOK GOES IN EARLY AND THE CRITIC IS KING AND IT'S HARD TO STAY HUMAN AND STAND IN THE RING / THERE'S NO TIME TO BE ABSENT, A CLOWN OR A FOOL / WHILE SHYLOCK IS SMILING WE'RE LOADED LIKE MULES / IF WE SURRENDER OURSELVES TO INDUSTRIAL RULES / WE'LL WAKE UP IN THE WRECKAGE OF TOMORROW/ NOW / NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND / NOTHING'S LEFT / SOMETHING'S FOUND CAN WE SEE SOME COMMON GROUND