Station To Station - Live, California 1978

The return of the Thin White Duke

Throwing darts in lovers' eyes

Here are we, one magical moment

Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven

Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle

Here am I, flashing no colour

Tall in this room, overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement

From Kether to Malkuth

There are you, drive like a demon from station to station

The return of the Thin White Duke

Throwing darts in lovers' eyes

The return of the Thin White Duke

Throwing darts in lovers' eyes

The return of the Thin White Duke

Making sure white stains

Once there were mountains on mountains

And once there were sun birds to soar with

And once I could never be down

Got to keep searching and searching

Oh, what will I be believing, and who will connect me with love?

Wonderful, wonder who, wonder when

Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?

Drink to the men who protect you and I

Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

It's not the side effects of the cocaine

I'm thinking that it must be love

It's too late to be grateful

It's too late to be late again

It's too late to be hateful

The European cannon is here

I must be only one in a million

I won't let the day pass without her

It's too late to be grateful

It's too late to be late again

It's too late to be hateful

The European cannon is here (I can feel it)

Should I believe that I've been stricken?

Does my face show some kind of glow?

It's too late to be grateful

It's too late to be late again

It's too late to be hateful

The European cannon is here, yes, it's here

It's too late

It's too late

It's too late

It's too late

It's too late

The European cannon is here

It's not the side effects of the cocaine

I'm thinking that it must be love

It's too late to be grateful

It's too late to be late again

It's too late to be hateful

The European cannon is here

I must be only one in a million

But I won't let the day pass without her

It's too late to be grateful

It's too late to be late again

It's too late to be hateful

The European cannon is here (yes, it's here)

Should I believe that I've been stricken?

Does my face show some kind of glow?

It's too late to be grateful

It's too late to be late again

It's too late to be hateful

The European cannon is here, yes, it's here

It's too late

It's too late

It's too late

It's too late

It's too late

The European cannon is here