Lyrics Making History - Barbara Dickson

Making History

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)