Leaving Me Behind

The tramp moves on to the end of the streetI listen to the echo of his hobnail feetFor some there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.The world humes on at its breakneck pacePeople fly in their lifelong raceFor them there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.The chances they come, but the chances have been lostSuccess can be gained, but at too great a costFor some there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.The wind sweeps up and goes back to its treeThe rain flows by and moves on to the seaFor them there's a future to findBut I think they're leaving me behind.