Solsbury Hill

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