Dial Up

Pack up what you own and you dial up who you can phone

And you save up all your pennies

And we hope, but oh, is there any?

And we wonder, oh, how can he put you out tonight?

Go back in your mind twenty years in time

And we'll go walking through your garden

See the trees you planted in your yard then

All your work, it didn't seem so hard then, but it's hard tonight

Five years further on, from the stage it looked like we'd won

But how many of those who heard you play

Have gone their insouciant ways?

And the streets run bloody to this day and to your house tonight

And we, still so touched

Can we offer you that much?

More than those who you fought

And who've leflt you with naught?

And who lied to you, they've lied to you

They've lied to you, lied to you

Lied to you, lied to you

But this you always knew

So pack up your bulls and smalls

And we'll tack up your paintings on our walls

And we'll write down all our songs then

And we'll right up all our wrongs then

And we'll tear up the streets a million strong then

In your name tonight