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A Sort Of Homecoming

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And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
To a light, that’s 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 smokescreen 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


O com-away, o com-away
O com-away, o com-away
I say I
O com-away, o com-away
O com-away, o com-away
I 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'll believe
I’ll be there somehow
I’ll be there tonight
Tonight


Oh com-away
I say, I say oh-com
Oh com-away,
I say


The wind will crack in wintertime
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream


Ooohh...Ooohh


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
To a light, that’s in the distance


Oh, don't sorrow,
No don't weep for tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home