A Sort Of Homecoming

And you know it’s time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights 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 valleys explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own
Oh come away, oh come away
Oh come, oh come away, say I
Oh come away, oh come away
Oh come, oh come away, say I
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
Oh come away, I say, say oh my
Oh come away, I say
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream, yeah, oh
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
Lights in the distance
Oh, don’t sorrow, no don’t weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home