Letra de Shape Of Things To Come - Robin Trower

A million words, ten thousand faces
Can't make a sense of what's in, they say
When someone goes through here and left no traces
No light, just dark, confusing race

And as it falls, begins to clear
A voice you don't know whispers in your ear:
"If you keep going down this burn-out track
You better know right now, you ain't ever comin' back"

Look up ahead a hundred years
Now look back and tell me what you see?
When men send the gods and always end in tears
And no one knows what it is to be truly free

Baby boy, don't leave your ways
I can't tell when you end your days
If you keep going down this burn-out track
You better know right now you ain't ever comin' back
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Turn the wheel, put the foot down hard
Sounds hollow, but there ain't no cars
Don't look round, the sea's already sawn
I guess you always known when the deal is blown

Baby boy, you don't mend your ways
No one knows when you end your days
If you stop to think what's really going on
You may get your feelin' of the shape of things to come

And as the smoke begins to clear
A voice you don't know whispers in your ear:
"If you keep going down this burn-out track
No one knows if you ever coming back"
You ain't ever coming back
You ain't coming back