A Sort Of Homecoming

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 come 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 its 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