New World
Jack Bruce, Peter Brown (UK)
I've sailed to heaven
And flown through fires of hell
So many good times
I'll show you where they fell
Just empty memories
That's all they have to sell
And the world keeps comin' in the morning
I've worn the sunshine
And I have drunk the rain
Tomorrow's promises
Just bring them back again
We're planning futures
And standing in the rain
And the world keeps comin' in the morning
Nothing is ever just the way it seems
In the world of today
And now they're saying it was only dreams
And there's no more cards to play
O fallen angels
Save a place in the sun for me
In that new world comin' in the morning