Old man lying by the side of the roadnWith the lorries rolling bynBlue moon sinking from the weight of the loadnAnd the building scrapes the skynCold wind ripping down the allay at dawnnAnd the morning paper fliesnDead man lying by the side of the roadnWith the daylight in his eyesnnDon't let it bring you downnIt's only castles burningnFind someone who's turningnAnd you will come aroundnnBlind man running through the light of the nightnWith an answer in his handnCome on down to the river of sightnAnd you can really understandnRed lights flashing through the window in the rainnCan you hear the sirens moannWhite cane lying in a gutter in the lanenIf you're walking home alonennDon't let it bring you down nIt's only castles burningnJust find someone who's turningnAnd you will come aroundnnDon't let it bring you downnIt's only castles burningnJust find someone who's turningnAnd you will come aroundnnDon't let it bring you downnIt's only castles burningnJust find someone who's turningnAnd you will come around