1. The Flyer

Lyrics: J. Crichton
Music: J. Crichton, M. Sadler

Back in ten minutes
And I'll just hang the sign I've got to find the place
To clear my mind
I'm the flyer
With only one desire
I'm the flyer
Nobody's gonna shoot me down
I've got an urgent appointment
And I can't be late
I've got a million things
That have to wait
Just hang on a minute
I'll try hurry back
I hate to make you wait
But I'm going and I'm going fast
I'm the flyer
With only one desire
I'm the flyer
Nobody's gonna shoot me down
I fly - and never look back
I fly away before they shoot me down
I fly I'll hang the sign and find the place
To clear my mind
I fly - and never look back
I fly away before they shoot me down
I fly
Hate to make you wait.

2. Cat Walk

Lyrics: J. Crichton
Music: J. Crichton, J. Gilmour, I. Crichton

High up above
Like a cat clings
To an icy roof
He keeps a slow pace
Tight hold
Anxious view.
There's something ticking away
Inside that head.
He's got to keep that vital distance
You can see it in his eyes
That glance across the shoulder
He's on a cat walk
He's got a cat walk
He's on a cat walk
He's got a cat walk
He's always on the far side of the street
Never getting too close
Too near might meet
Someone a little too close to himself
You can see it in his eyes
Those eyes I getting older
You can see it in his eyes
That glance across the shoulder
He's on a cat walk
He's got a cat walk
He's on a cat walk
He's got a cat walk

3. The Sound of Strangers

Lyrics: M. Sadler
Music: M. Sadler, J. Crichton, J. Gilmour, I. Crichton, S. Negus

No more
Going for the more familiar
No more
The nervous anxious grin
No more turning away from the peculiar
No more
Afraid of letting anyone in
Oh... the sound of stranger
Clawing at the door
Oh... the sound of stranger
Doesn't scare me anymore
No more
The fear of making the wrong impression
No more
Sitting on the edge of my chair
No more
Looking for approval on a quick decision
No more
Watching me from over there
Oh... the sound of stranger
Clawing at the door
Oh... the sound of stranger
Doesn't scare me anymore
Oh... the sound of stranger
Clawing at the door
Oh... the sound of stranger
Doesn't scare me anymore

4. The Writing

Lyrics: J. Crichton
Music: J. Crichton, M. Sadler

She looked down at my palm
I had to know what was in store for me
So many planes had gone wrong
She said her eyes could see the future
She said that in my past
She'd see a mountain in front of me
She said it wouldn't last
A change in luck would set me free
The writing is on the wall
Those words will change it all
The writing is on the wall
Good luck is just the thought
I pick up the morning express
I turn to the page that is calling me
Lately I've been a mess
I got to see what the lion says
The sun is in the fifth house
You are sure to feel its strong effects
The clouds are clearing away
This losing streak will end today
The writing is on the wall
Those words will change it all
The writing is on the wall
Good luck is just the thought

5. Intermission

Lyrics: M. Sadler
Music: M. Sadler, J. Crichton, I. Crichton

See the man
Watch another man
See their lives
Dissolve into one
See the boy is his eyes
Remember other times
I fall inside
Reflecting eyes
Dissolve in time
The same man
Doesn't try to understand
How the time
Slipped through his hands
It's so hard to see
Through those failing eyes
I fall inside
Reflecting eyes
Dissolve in time

6. Social Orphan

Lyrics: M. Sadler
Music: M. Sadler, J. Crichton

Somewhere someone's standing by
The same game plan, the same aging fantasies
Spruces up the small talk and the smile
It's no wonder, he's under
The pressure of pride once again
(He) calls himself a social orphan
Caught up in the game
(He) sees himself a social orphan
Caught up in the thrill of the chase
A number, a matchbook, the night before
(But) no last names , and no long term promises
Finds it quite an effort not to smile
It's no wonder
He understands the need to try it again
(He) calls himself a social orphan
Caught up in the game
(He) sees himself a social orphan
Caught up in the thrill of the chase
Somewhere someone hit square one
The same contacts, the same tired old double talk
Dreams about a weekend and a smile
It's no wonder
He is under the pressure of time once again
(He) calls himself a social orphan
Caught up in the game
(He) sees himself a social orphan
Caught up in the thrill of the chase

7. The Vendetta (Still Helpless)

Lyrics: M. Sadler
Music: M. Sadler, J. Crichton, J. Gilmour, I. Crichton

I'm up each day
At the crack of dawn
Primed for the first inspection
He's running the home and the family
Like a military installation
(This can't be right)
(I feel so helpless)
I can't do this and I can't do that
I dare not make a move
Without his orders
No matter how well I do what I do
It's never good enough,
(not for him)
Helpless I feel so helpless
Helpless I don't like to be so helpless
I don't wish to feel in my own home
Some kind of prisoner
There must be a way to put a stop
To his violent behavior
Helpless I feel so helpless
Helpless I don't like to be so helpless
Somehow something's changed around the house
It suddenly seems so calm
How what are we supposed to do
With all of this new found freedom
Helpless I feel so helpless
Helpless I don't like to be so helpless

8. Scratching the Surface

Lyrics: J. Gilmour
Music: J. Gilmour, J. Crichton

So you won't tell me where you have been up to now
I don't know they have seen you come and go
(Oh) You are well on your way but never leaving the chair
Playing scenes on TV screens
Watching widely to glimpse the full view
While the hours have their hands all over you
You say that you see me, well I see you too
I look behind, what do you find, all but an empty room
Scratching the surface and you can't get away
You've travelled far and so far you have nothing to say
Chorus
Scratching the surface
You better come up for air
A new experience to get you there
Scratching the surface
You better come up for air
Strapped to the media, a machine for fear
You're onto something then it slips right away
It's in your hand, follow through right in front of you
You say that you hear me, well I hear you too
My secret is no secret outside of the tube
So you won't tell me, what you've done up to you
You're watching me, I'm watching you decide
(Oh) Scratching the surface, you can't get away
You tried so hard, and so far you have nothing to say

9. The Pitchman

Lyrics: J. Crichton
Music: J. Crichton, M. Sadler, I. Crichton, J. Gilmour, S. Negus

What have you got for me this time
Can you make it the sparkle
Can you make it shine
Have you got anything brighter
Something like that but a little bit tighter
Pitchman, Pitchman
Sell me that Pitchman
Something I need has slipped my mind
I've come here to barter
I've come here to buy
I've got this town tucked in my back pocket
I can't seem to stopped
I just wish I had more time
I'm in a hurry can we wrap it up
Will you try not to scratch it
Don't mark it up
I've got a hunger for the things that sparkle
I've got a thirst for the things that shine
Everyone a winner
Everyone amazing
Everyone a shocker
Everyone to tantilize
Don't mark it up
Everyone a sure thing
Everyone's tempting
Everyone must tantilize
But don't mark it up
Pitchman, Pitchman
Sell me that Pitchman

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