A Sort Of Homecoming

This bomb-blast lightning waltz.

Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance.

On the side of a hill as the valleys explode

Dislocated, suffocated

The land grows weary of it's own.

O com-away, o com-away, o-com, o com-away, I say I

Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance.

And you hunger for the time

Time to heal, 'desire' time

O com-away, o com-away, o-com, o com-away, I say I

Oh, oh on borderland we run

And still we run, we run and don't look back

I'll be there, I'll be there

And your earth moves beneath your own dream landscape.

On borderland we run.

I'll be there, I'll be there tonight

A high-road, a high-road out from here.

The city walls are all come down

The dust a smoke screen all around

See faces ploughed like fields that once

Gave no resistance.

And we live by the side of the road

Tonight, tonight

I'll be there tonight, I believe

I'll be there so high