Crashing by Design Pete Townshend / White City - A Novel 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 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 Another man without a woman Dropped like a 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 Nothing can pass this line Unless it is well defined You'll just have to be resigned You're crashing by design