A sort of homecoming (Wide awake in America, live. )

And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, oh
On borderland, [bad word] 
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
high road
high road out from here

The city walls are all pulled 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

 [bad word] away, [bad word] away 
 [bad word]  [bad word] away, say I
 [bad word] away, [bad word] away 
 [bad word]  [bad word] away, say I

Oh, oh, oh
On borderland, [bad word] 
And still [bad word]  [bad word] and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight

I'll be there tonight, I believe
I'll be there, somehow
I'll be there, tonight
Tonight

 [bad word] away, I say, say oh my
 [bad word] away, I say

The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream, yeah, oh

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

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance

Oh, don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I [bad word] home
I [bad word] home