Leaving

Steve Hackett

Endless fog and rain

Grounded 'plane

There an unshaved man

Was exchanged



Wonder if, a cold grey sky

They led me here to die

(You can telephone from here)

When you wish

(Time to run away from here)

Won't be missed at all



Turn the snow to red

Someone fled

Tell the viewers

Were you starved or fed?



Running wild, a hunted deer

Her eyes were filled with fear

(People dream in colour here)

So they said

(Shine your shoes from ear to ear)

Right or left, the west