Wishing for money is a man growing old and he Breaks our knife's edge with his care for the ordinary Winning hand in hand, Michael Miles plays a game for me Liberace asks after me and all my family On down the line A soldier hides his worn uniform in an eiderdown Says "Never mind the war, take me home again For the last time" Jim parades a toy that he won on a rifle range Holds him up high, it's a plaster statue of Peter Glaze It says the strangest things And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs Wishing for money is a man growing old and he Breaks our knife's edge with his care for the ordinary And Mr T. offers me and all humanity a safe place to be And all we feel is lonely just like stoneage dinosaurs