Well, my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

Whichever way the world is tilting

Because I won't get back the part of my soul

I sold to the devil for a coffee for the road

I never wanted to get anywhere

I never wanted to get anything

Desire is the point of everything

There's a line of shadow on the far horizon

It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains

All my life I've been gazing to the far horizon

It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains

I have never been a wise man – living too fast and recklessly

Too quick to judge, too quick to act and forgive and forget

And always gone before the reckoning

I grew up listening to the distant hum

Of the traffic on the Great Western Road

Wishing I was gone

Screaming out to the wind – bring it on, bring it on

There's a line of shadow on the far horizon

It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains

All my life I've been gazing to the far horizon

It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains

Breaking open...