Lyrics as promised:

Chorus:
There is a world of gentle, lonely people,
Searching for the gate of half past nine,
Believing that a door that has no steeple,
Will lead them back to your world and mine.

1.
The day they climbed the steps that lead to nowhere,
Carry boxes full of emptiness,
Stare at words that say they wouldn't be there,
Weren't for Adams and for stupidness.

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2.
They wander through worlds of concrete canyons,
Sleep beneath a black and leafless tree,
Know not if they're heroes or they're villains,
Wonder why their names are you and me.

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3.
They pass each day in hopeless meditation,
Read the bent and twisted traffic signs,
Their dreams are nightmares where there's no salvation
Wonder why their clocks say half past nine.

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