Pete Townshend /

Crashing by Design

Nothing must pass this line
Unless it is well defined
You just have to be resigned
You're crashing by design

You once believed that crazy accidents were happening to you
You were chasing a capricious wind
Whenever bad luck and trouble happened to pursue you
The dice would surely save your skin

But when you look back you must realize
That nothing in your life's divine
Everything that's ever befallen you
Happened simply 'cause it crossed your mind

You're crashing by design

Nothing must pass this line
Unless it is well defined
You just have to be resigned
You're crashing by design

In your single-roomed flat in a courtyard building
You sit alone just like a broken toy
Where's your mother, where's your lover and where are the children?
Are you a man or still a boy?

Who left you behind? Or did you run?
From the crush of so many options?
Now you know the special despair of the man
Discussed, debated and offered for adoption

Nothing can pass this line
Unless it is well defined
You just have to be resigned

Another man without a woman
Dropped like a useless tool, no longer required
A man who longs for the stifling, milk-flowered bosom
A fool who's no longer desired

Another man without a woman
Too many rages have cost you this time
Another man among a hundred children
You're just a child who is lost in time

You're crashing by design
You're crashing by design
It all happens by design
It all happens by design
You're crashing by design
It all happens by design
It all happens by design
You're crashing by design
I't all happens by design
I't all happens by design
You're crashing by design
It all happens by design
It all happens by design
You're crashing by design