Geballe/Willcox)



I drive away

As far as I can

Town to spire to peak

I dissect the fields and the old country

Homeward bound

Homeward bound

Into the concrete

Past the M4, 5 and the big 6

Watching the stars with a satellite dish

21st century chapels

Crucified our land lies flat

TV monsters ridicule

Each and everything incongruous pap

I get so oh

Yes I get so

Overwhelmed by it all

It's all untrue

It's all a lie

It's just too surreal

I close my eyes

Go with my mind

I soar high up

Like a baby satellite

Flying flying away

Flying away

Stranger stranger

In a strange land

Stranger stranger

In a strange land

This immaculate misconception

Shoe polished and treacle black

Conveyor belt disciples

There's no peeling back the tarmac

I feel so

Oh yes I feel so

I'm no use at all

I get so

Oh yes I get so

Overwhelmed by it all

I close my eyes

Go with my mind

I soar so high

Like a baby satellite

Flying flying away

Flying away

I close my eyes

Go with my mind

I soar so high

Like a baby satellite

I'm a stranger

Born of a good family

And I'm not afraid of the stranger in me

Homeward bound

Homeward bound

Homeward bound