Don't Look Now - Jack Bruce

Was that me up there

On top of that ride

Edge of city fair

You holding me with pride

You seem to rise you chase the prize

You end the show and take a bow

You seem to fall could lose it all

Maybe it’s best you don’t look now

Was that you in there

Among that wild crowd

All that waiving hair

Everything allowed

You’ve just begun you think you won

You marry fast and take your vows

You lose the track and circle back

You take a rest but don’t look now