Making History - Barbara Dickson

A man stands on the corner, stares into the sky

Just another Saturday drifting by

A newspaper lies on the ground at his feet

Making history

Meanwhile in the bar room they stare into their beer

Shooting pool, recruiting fools, they don’t hear

The men?

the box on the wall

Making history

Just another Saturday with nothing going on

Doesn’t really matter they go on and on and on

They’re all making war or they’re making amends

Imagine the enemies trading in friends

Making history

Outside in a backstreet they’ve opened up the car

Quick as fire they cut the wires, they don’t hear

The voice on the radio warning again

Making history

Disagree you find yourself

Alone upon a higher shelf

Looking down upon a world

That hangs there in the dark

Disappear, you know you can

Who cares about the other man?

They’re all making war or they’re making amends

Imagine the enemies trading in friends

Making history (history)

Making history (history)

Meanwhile on the underground it’s worse above the track

Nothing lasts, forget the past, don’t look back

Do we have a destiny or are we just

Making history

Making history (history)

(REPEAT TO FADE)