A Sort of Homecoming

And you know it's time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance. And you hunger for the time Time to heal, 'desire' time 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 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 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 Tonight, tonight I'll be there tonight, I believe I'll be there so high I'll be there tonight, tonight. Oh com-away, I say, o com-away, I say. The wind will crack in winter time This bomb-blast lightning waltz. No spoken words, just a scream Tonight we'll build a bridge across the sea and land See the sky, the burning rain She will die and live again tonight. And your heart beats so slow Through the rain and fallen snow Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance. Oh, don't sorrow, no don't weep For tonight at last I am coming home. I am coming home.