Pressure on the dance floor
Can’t recall the beat
Dancing out the doorway
Down the empty streets
Reach down in your pocket
There’s no gold in there
Following a leader
Don’t you be no square

You say it’s not your fault anymore
Still you can’t forget it’s up to you

Nervous in the service
Can’t defend the sky
Movement in the east
Too late to say goodbye
Fashion on the front
You don’t march in time
Looking to a leader
Better read the signs

You say it’s not your fault anymore
Still you can’t forget it’s up to you
Up to you
Up to you
Up to you

Chaos in the cosmos
Running out of time
Searching through the paper
Better read between the lines
Static on the wires
Slogans on the air
Sermons on the tv
Dollars in our prayers

You say it’s not your fault anymore
Still you can’t forget it’s up to you

Thinking ‘bout the future
Thinking ‘bout the past
Searching for the reason
Things are changing fast

You say it’s not your fault anymore
Still you can’t forget it’s up to you
Up to you 
Up to you 
Up to you

Up to you
Up to you
Up to you
Up to you...

Words: 
Chris Wardman
Music: 
Chris Wardman