Intro Verse 1: The man who never was Painted images of freedom He never sold a lot It wasn’t what his public wanted Still glides the stream Verse 2: He played in scenes from dreams Ignored his friends’ divisions Cleaned our dirty streets well And worked to make things clearer Still glides the stream Still glides the stream Still glides the stream Pre-Chorus All the colours that he saw The windmills by the banks And the journey he’d made Saw his footprints in the sand Yes he knew it was sooner or later Yes he knew it was sooner or later Yes he knew it was sooner or later Yes he knew it was sooner or later Solo Verse 3: Be careful with what you ignore Look for greatness in the small For the man who never was Still knows what his public needed Yes he knows what his public needed Still glides the stream Still glides the stream Still glides the stream Verse 4: Raised in the time of darkness The ancients in his hair Born in the thunder and lightning The man who was never there Still glides the stream Still glides the stream