Fly - Graham Parker
As you look into an invisible landscape and the waves of time part behind your back
As your life crumbles and turns into fiction and the end of it becomes a fact
The ghosts of children will run in your garden and play with an imaginary ball
You will be released and pardoned
Now there's nowhere left to fall
Good bye
Now fly
A steam rises out of the water and a mist hangs over the field
The tears of your wife and daughter have all but released their yield
The ghosts of lovers will walk toward you and beckon you into their arms
and the mighty bells of chaos
will no longer sound their alarms
Good bye
Now fly
Shake off your carcass leave us in the dark
That's us fumbling 'round like ants on the ground
in palaces and hovels reading mystery novels
But we never get the plot Maybe you got it now
Shake that mortal coil leave us to toil
take off that weight take off that weight
Listen to the silence know the end of violence
is a clean slate Is a clean slate