Hollow from Hollow by Thom Ashworth

When I was a young man, I blamed my tools
And bought and sold from day to day, so freely
When I was a young man, I blamed my tools
And bought and sold from day to day, so free

The dreams I taught my sons to dream
They were smaller than I meant
The horizon's so much nearer when you kneel to pay the rent

When I was a young man, I drew straight lines
And crossed the border day to day, so freely
When I was a young man, I drew straight lines
And crossed the border day to day, so free

The dreams I taught my sons to dream
Were a compromise at best
The horizon's so much nearer when you kneel to pay the rent

When I was a young man, I paid no mind
And played the numbers day to day, so freely
When I was a young man, I paid no mind
And played the numbers day to day, so free

The dreams I taught my sons to dream
They were smaller than I meant
The horizon's so much nearer when you kneel to pay the rent

The dreams I taught my sons to dream
Were the means but not the end
The horizon's so much nearer when you kneel to pay the rent

• Folk
• London