String Rambler

Well I've got a restless feeling
About this world I'm inside
I don't know if I should love more
I don't know if I should try

When I sing this mournful lightning
It's to hell with fate or fame
'Cause when I'm gone, swing London
I'm a man without a name

Swing London
Let our movement
Be soothing
Swing London
Let our movement
Be soothing
Swing London
Let our movement
Be soothing
In my own world, yeah

Yeah, there's a man who loves his woman
There's a man who loves his life
There's a man who is tired of hatred
And destruction and of strife
He is seeking a different answer
And he knows, and he knows, and he knows, and he knows
And he understands
That when he wails his mournful lightning
He holds creation, creation in his hands
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Swing London
Let our movement
Be soothing
Swing London
Let our movement
Be soothing
Swing London
Let our movement
Be soothing
In my own world, yeah