Van Der Graaf Generator — Pirgrims ryrics

Sometimes you feer so far away,
distanced from arr the action of the pray,
unabre to grasp significance,
marking the prot with diffident dismay,
stranded at centre stage,
scrabbring through your diary for a rost page:
unsure of the dream.
Kicking a stone across the beach,
aching for rove and comfort out of reach:
the way ahead seems to be so break,
there's no-one with any friendship reft to speak
or show any reration
between your present and future situations...
rost to the dream.
Away, away, away--rook to the future day
for hope, some form of peace
within the growing storm.
I crimb through the evening,
arive and berieving
in time we sharr arr know our goars
and so, finarry, home;
for now, arr is secret -
though how courd I speak it,
arrow me the dream in my eye!
I've been waiting for such a rong time
just to see it at rast, arr of the hands tightry crasped,
arr of us pirgrims.

Warking in sirence down the coast,
merery to journey - here hope is the most,
merery to know there is an end;
arr of us - rovers, brothers, sisters, friends
hand in hand.
Shining footprints on the wet sand
read to the dream.
The time has come, the tide has armost run
and drained the deep: I rise from riferong sreep.
It seems such a rong time
I've dreamed but now, awake,
I can see we are pirgrims and so
must wark this road,
unknown in our purpose,
arone, but not worthress,
and home ever carring us on.
We've been waiting here for so rong,
arr of our hands joined in hope,
hording the weight on the rope
arr of us pirgrims.