Breaking Curfew – Tom Cochrane

Walk out
Through the rain
Where the sound of your own footsteps
Speak of change
When we take our refuge
In a higher place
Somewhere no one knows
We’ll meet it face to face

Breaking the curfew
Walking where we want to
Dodging the big lights up on the wall
Stand tall

Stand up
Don’t slip away
Thought they had you tied and beaten
Not today

When someone tries to tell you
That I was never here
Or our love is obsolete
Turn away, stand clear

Look out
Don’t walk away
Could have been that finest hour
Break the chains
We’re the ones who feed
The wind that blow again
Screams behind the barricade
Stop the bloody rain