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"A Sort of Homecoming"

from The Unforgettable Fire

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 you earth moves beneath / your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, on borderland we run / I'll be there, I'll be there / tonight, a highroad, a highroad 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 valleys explode / Dislocated, suffocated / The land grows weary of its own

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

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

Tonight we'll a bridge across the sea and land / See the sky, the burning rain / She will die and live again / Tonight

And you 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