Bottom Line - Navarone

A thousand souls have filled this seat

Patiently waiting — a friend in need

No gain, no loss

Worn out and waiting

Another million thoughts

Need direction

In this state of mind

Climbing up to the bottom line

A thousand sights have brought him here

Secretly longing — a mind set out of here

A focused pace

No need to rest

Still he fills the empty space

A single heart who did not know

Just for a reason, why he came to go

And he was paralyzed — indecisiveness he chose

When the seat becomes vacant

He will let you know

Yeah, he will let you know