Canadian Geese

Down Kilbarrack road I head for the coast As the northern estates close in, they close in on me so blatantly A thickening of the skin The inner city folk, they often spoke, with a tongue that was more like a fist On the reservation six miles north of the slums that some still missed We'd walk the train tracks, out to the haystacks As the swerved towards a greener world under Baldoyle bridge The gateway ridge Our hay jump dreams unfurled And the Belfast train nearly killed my friend Wayne As it sped like a bullet flying Carrying souls and dreams, like a time machine, back to 1690 mean time On the flat of my back, in that field by the tracks The Canadian geese flew by In my mind I up and join with them And we glide out to Ireland's eye We can be free, with a little car key, The rivers of tar can take us far There are friends and lovers we have yet to meet And tonight, they are watching these same stars I was born to wander and I'm not afraid to be free now My heart grows far fonder for these streets When your face I don't see now Why don't you drop everything tonight And we can ride to the sea now I'll always return but tell me Do you dare to be free Can we snatch victory from the jaws of these streets now When these walls they close in And your heart turns to tin Lets escape to the sea now I can see every face Broken ghosts of this place And they hand us the key now