Dreams Of Leaving

The sweetest thing that they'd ever taste

Looking round as they went ashore

The sparkling dew drops they rubbed on their lips

Came back with things they'd never seen before

I was a farmer before I came here

But I don't want to farm no more

I'm about as green as the grass in my big dream

And I've been sleeping on someone's floor

I bet my future on the city

Now I'm a thousand miles from home

And after the ice caps there is only space

And dreams of leaving are no more

They are no more

Mega-slums in mega-cities

You can taste the air in the back of your throat

There's gates to enter but there's none to leave

And I only came here to take a look

Light as a feather and paid by my weight

And I'm backed up against a major road

At the bottom of the pecking order

Where dreams of leaving are no more

They are no more

In dust and sweat and confusion

The washerman doesn't want to wash no more

So break all the rules, why worry

Cause dreams of leaving are no more

They are no more

After the ice caps there is only space

Nothing left to be explored

Nothing out there can come close to you

Dreams of leaving are no more

They are no more