Metal bird dip wing of fire 
Whose [bad word] dark Earth 
The poles are tethers we were born in 
On the brink of a whole new deal 
On the floor of a Pan-bar 
I'm staring right into the light 
And I'm drawn in like a moth 
And I'm flying North again... 

 [bad word] the men in suits 
Papers waving in [bad word] glare 
Lincoln steaming in the chilly air of the morning 
At the end of a double day 
At the back of an airport lounge 
I'm staring down into the cold 
And I'm worn out like a cloth 
And I'm flying North again tonight