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Climbing up on |
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Solsbury Hill |
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I could see the city light |
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Wind was blowing, time stood still |
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Eagle flew out of the night |
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He was something to observe |
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Came in close, |
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I heard a voice |
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Standing stretching every nerve |
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I had to listen had no choice |
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I did not believe the information |
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Just had to trust imagination |
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My heart going boom boom, boom "Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home." hey back home |
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To keeping silence |
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I resigned |
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My friends would think |
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I was a nut |
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Turning water into wine |
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Open doors would soon be shut |
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So I went from day to day |
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Tho' my life was in a rut ' |
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Till I thought of what |
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I'd say Which connection |
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I should cut |
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I was feeling part of the scenery |
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I walked right out of the machinery |
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My heart going boom boom boom "Hey," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home." |
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Hey back home |
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When illusion spin her net |
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I'm never where |
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I want to be |
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And liberty she pirouette |
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When I think that |
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I am free |
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Watched by empty silhouettes |
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Who close their eyes, but still can see |
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No one taught them etiquette |
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I will show another me |
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Today I don't need a replacement |
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I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant |
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My heart going boom boom boom "Hey," |
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I said, "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home." |
