Step Across
I've got no time for your apologies, your butter-wouldn't-melt demeanour doesn't wash with me
Old Julius, he knew just what he'd done, he said "you've got to take your chance 'cos you might never get another one"
So "carpe diem" as those Romans say
You've got to learn to turn and seize the day
The day the cat's away, the mice will play
They'll get their guitars out and they will play, play, play

Take my hand, lead me on to the banks of the Rubicon
Step across and it won't be long tonight

Talk is cheap these days, it's everywhere
The radio waves are flying throught the air
If you scream your lungs out, you just might be heard
So you'd better be saying something more than words, words, words