A Sort of Homecoming

Time in my life when radical change is on the horizon, this song always makes sense to me.

And you know it's time to go

Through the sleet and driving snow

Across the fields of mourning

Light in the distance

And you hunger for the time

Time to heal, desire, time

And your earth moves beneath

Your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, oh...

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 pulled 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 valley explode

Dislocated, suffocated

The land grows weary of it's own

Oh, 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...somehow

I'll be there...tonight

Tonight

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

Light's in the distance

Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep

For tonight, at last

I am coming home

I am coming home