Rain on the windscreen makes a rhythm
Line up the centre leads the way
The music plays but I don't listen
I don't want to hear the things they say
Cold and sharper than a knife
This is for the best, I said
But lord help me I'm mystified
It seems I got the cutting edge
And I'd swear there's nothing in it
Still the wheels keep turning round
Like some old persistent spirit
This one will take some driving out
Cold and sharper than a knife
This is for the best I said
Lord help me I'm mystified
It seems I got the cutting edge
So much for this heart of stone
Now it turns out to be lead
The strangest thing I've ever known
It seems I got the cutting edge
