Climbing up on Solsbury Hill

I could see the city light

Wind was blowing, time stood still

Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe

Came in close, I heard a voice

Standing stretching every nerve

I had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information

Just had to [bad word] imagination

My heart was going boom boom, boom

"Son," he said, "Grab your things, [bad word] to take you home."

To keeping silence I resigned

My friends would think I was a nut

Turning water into wine

Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day

Tho' my life was in [bad word] 
'Till I thought of what I'd say

Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery

I walked right out of the machinery

My heart was going boom boom boom

"Hey," he said, "grab your things, [bad word] to take you home."

Yeah back home

When illusion spin her net

I'm never where I want to be

And liberty she pirouette

When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes

Who close their eyes, but still can see

No one taught them etiquette

I will show another me

Today I don't need a replacement

I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant

My heart was going boom boom boom

"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, [bad word] to take me home."