Heleen Mees

Old man lying by the side of the road

With the lorries rolling by,

Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load

And the buildings scrape the sky,

Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn

And the morning paper flies,

Dead man lying by the side of the road

With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down

It's only castles burning,

Find someone who's turning

And you will come around.

Blind man running through the light of the night

With an answer in his hand,

Come on down to the river of sight

And you can really understand,

Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,

Can you hear the sirens moan?

White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,

If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down

It's only castles burning,

Just find someone who's turning

And you will come around.

(Neil Young, 1971)