Solsbury Hill New Blood Version

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. Had to listen, had no choice. I did not believe the information. I just had to trust imagination. My heart going boom, boom, boom. "Son," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home." Keeping 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. Though 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. "Son," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home." When illusions spin their net. I'm never where I wanna be. And liberty, she pirouettes. When I think that I am free. Watch my empty silhouette. Close their eyes but still can see. No one taught them Eddie Kent. 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, Boom. "Hey," I said, "you can keep my things, They've come to take me home." Hey, hey, hey. To my home. Hey, hey, hey. We're coming home. Coming back home. We're coming home. Coming home. Oh, back home.