Climbing up on Solsbury Hill. I could see the city light. Wind was blowing, time stood still. Eagle flew out of the night. He was something to observe.
you could have a steam train. if you'd just lay down your tracks. you could have an aeroplane flying. if you bring your blue sky back. . all you do is call me.
The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight. In search of you I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night. Whatever fear invents, I swear it make no sense.
Saturday is shopping day--. I drive my car but there's no place to park it. No respect for supermen in the supermarket. I guess there must be trouble but I not been alerted.