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Russians And Americans - Al Stewart

So here we stand at the edge of 1984

Bracing ourselves once again

For the storm approaching is those

Who long before huddled in caves from

The rain

The enemy's face is so hard to see

Sometimes it seems that I see him in you

Sometimes in me

Who can it be

No use consulting the prophets and leaders

They all disagree

Russians and Americans

Here's a song for you

Who carry the weight of the world

On your heads

Russians and Americans

Tell me if it's true

You really believe all the things

That you've said

The red white and blue running into the red

From the wars of Europe

The pilgrim fathers set off with their hopes

And their bond

Some settled down by the coast

Others cross the mountains and into the

Flatlands beyond

From the scramble and dust of

Muscovite streets

Merchants develop the trade routes

And open the door to the east

Pioneer waves

Choked by the cold breath of winter

And baked by the heat of the day

Russians and Americans

Passing through the fire of revolution

And coming of age

Russians and Americans

Driven by desire two players

Push to the front of the stage

The whole world now watches

Each move that you make

Two runners caught in the thrill of the race

The finishing line is as far as the stars

That the satellites chase

Why quicken the pace

Why does it seem

That you choose to lose reason

Before losing face

Russians and Americans

Driven by the past the third world moves

In the shadows you cast

Russians and Americans

Can turn the world to dust

So much to live for

So much undiscussed

So much in common and so little trust

From the streets of athens and rome

The voices still echo to crumbling walls

Look to the past and remember

No empire rises that sooner or later

Won't fall

Forever the changes we still have to face

Some people say that a country

Is more and idea than a place

Though nothing is safe

We still choose the mark

That we leave on the open canvas of space

Russians and Americans

Maybe you should see into the

Heart of the world not its head

Russians and Americans

If you want to be the beat of the world

Better mind where you tread

The footsteps of history are left where you step

So here we stand at the edge of 1984