Barry Adamson

I woke up this morning from a crazy dream:
The Earth was a turning ball of fire.
Satan and the Pilgrims had wiped the scene,
And I became their twisted gun for hire.
Don't let 'em getcha, boy, now use your head,
the lights they're coming 'round again.
"Run like a demon, boy," is what they said,
and then began to count from one to ten.
So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city.
You know where right can be found:
The beaten side of town...
Won't never let you down.
I woke up this morning from a crazy dream:
The Earth was a burning ball of fire.
I crawled right inside the spaces in-between,
A miracle of science to admire
But everybody knows the way the story goes:
She'll love you once and leave you once again.