from "Peter Gabriel" (p)1977

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 
Had to listen had no choice 
I did not believe the information 
I just had to [bad word] imagination 
My heart going boom boom boom 
"Son," he said "Grab your things,  [bad word] to take you home." 

To keep in 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 going boom boom boom 
"Hey" he said "Grab your things  [bad word] to take you home." 
(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 going boom boom boom 
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,  [bad word] to take me home."