Van Der Graaf Generator

(Hammill - Jackson)
Sometimes you feel so far away,
distanced from all the action of the play,
unable to grasp significance,
marking the plot with diffident dismay,
stranded at centre stage,
scrabbling through your diary for a lost page:
unsure of the dream.
Kicking a stone across the beach,
aching for love and comfort out of reach,
the way ahead seems to be so bleak,
there's no-one with any friendship left to speak
or show any relation
between your present and future situations:
lost to the dream.
Away, away, away: look to the future day
for hope, some form of peace within the
growing storm.
I climb through the evening,
alive and believing:
in time we shall all know our goals
and so, finally, home.
For now, all is secret-
though how could I speak it,
allow me the dream in my eye.