Testo: Simply Red. No Direction.

Singing hymns on road and pavements.
Hungry Jims, no one saves them.
Walkin' north, talkin' south
With firm intention.
And I don't know what I'm talking about,
It's firm intention.

Chorus:
In this dreary life, with no direction,
What this cause says about my life
And no direction, no direction!!!

To enter a place like an alien.
To leave a place like an alien.
What's this calling? What's this calling?
Firm intention.
Better feel it, better believe it.
Firm intension.

-chorus-

Watch that feeling, watch that feeling
Or I'll grab it, or I'll grab it.
Watch that feeling, watch that feeling
Or I'll grab it, or I'll grab it.

-chorus-