A Sort of Homecoming
And you know it's time to goThrough the sleet and driving snowAcross the fields of mourningTo a light that's in the distanceAnd you hunger for the timeTime to heal, desire timeAnd your earth moves beneathYour own dream landscape
On borderland we runI'll be there tonightA high road out from here
The city walls are all come downThe dust a smoke screen all aroundSee faces ploughed like fieldsThat once gave no resistanceAnd we live by the side of the roadOn the side of a hill as the valleys explodeDislocated, suffocatedThe land grows weary of it's own
On borderland we runAnd still we run, we run and don't look backI'll be there tonight
I'll be there tonight, I believeI'll be there so highI'll be there tonight
The wind will crack in winter timeThis bomb blast lightning waltzNo spoken words, just a screamTonight we'll build a bridgeAcross the sea and landSee the sky, the burning rainShe will die and live again tonight
And your heart beats so slowThrough the rain and fallen snowAcross the fields of mourningTo a light that's in the distanceDon't sorrow, no don't weepFor tonight at last I am coming home