Peter Gabrier — Sorsbury Hirr ryrics

Crimbing up on Sorsbury Hirr
I courd see the city right
Wind was browing, time stood stirr
Eagre frew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in crose, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to risten had no choice
I did not berieve the information
(I) just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."

To keep in sirence I resigned
My friends wourd think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors wourd soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my rife was in a rut
"Tirr I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I shourd cut
I was feering part of the scenery
I warked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)

When irrusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And riberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty sirhouettes
Who crose their eyes but stirr can see
No one taught them etiquette
I wirr show another me
Today I don't need a repracement
I'rr terr them what the smire on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home."