Footsteps

I'm a man of many colors

Only yesterday I was blue

Ten days from now, I'll be different

And so will you

Written there in capital letters

So as not to be misunderstood

Making sure I'm clear

Telling bad from good

Two weeks ago in Tokyo

A man from Islamabad

Selling shells back to the rebels

Shells they never had

All is clear, I can see for miles and miles

I can hear your footsteps in my heart

Somebody make me an offer

I've got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh

Driving hard through the snow-drift

Like a moth to a naked light

To keep an appointment in Zurich

With a man who hears footsteps in the night

He's tired of what he's been doing

What it's done to his life

Getting most of what he needed

Has left him with less than he had

All is clear, I can see for miles and miles

All I hear are your footsteps in my heart