Wishing for money is a man growing old and he   Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary   Winning hand in hand Michael Miles plays a game for me   Liberace asks after me and all my family      On down the line   A soldier hides his worn uniform in an eiderdown   Says never mind the war take me home again   For the last time      Jim parades a toy that he won on a rifle range   Holds him up high, its a plaster statue of Peter Glaze   It says the strangest things   And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs      Wishing for money is a man growing old and he   Breaks our knifes edge with his care for the ordinary   And Mr "T" offers me and all humanity a safe place to be   And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs