Letras:
Jethro Tull Living In The Past

: (Instrumental)

: In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking

they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close out eyes; outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past

: Wond'ring aloud how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating

: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold

: As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose - so I turned her loose she was screaming. And a foreign student said to me was it really

: In the morning - gonna get my things together. Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face

: Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He sits quietly under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from

they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close our eyes; outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past