I'm a man of many colours: Only yesterday I was blue. Ten days from now, I'll be different And so will you. Written there in capital letters So as not to be misunderstood Making sure I'm clear, Telling bad from good. Two weeks ago in Tokyo, A man from Islamabad: Selling shells back to the rebels, Shells they never had. All is clear: I can see for miles and miles. I can hear your footsteps in my heart. Somebody make me an offer I've got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh. Driving hard through the snow-drift Like a moth to a naked light To keep an appointment in Zurich With a man who hears footsteps in the night. Tired of what he's been doing, What it's done to his life... Getting most if what he needed Has left him with less than he had. All is clear: I can see for miles and miles. All I hear are your footsteps in my heart.