You're walking that well-healed ground Upon a fragile course The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down Cos the hero of Blake could not be found And there's a lot of faking going down The smoke that clouded your eyes Was a daily event Those weren't ghosts they were only men And the beauty that you sensed Could heal all indifference Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face I can't believe what I have found I touched the spirit Of this ordinary town And in the summer heat Under crowded sheets They were feathering their beds I felt the spirit Of this place we'd left for dead Darkened streets for a guide Search vainly for your sight Tension rising on every side You find comfort in its might But that sun burns more than she lights CHORUS Further down in this town You hear the common word of mouth That back-street talk just a hollow sound Cos the hero of Blake could not be found And there's a lot of faking going down CHORUS