Bound For Boston Hill - Bell X1

Out into pitch black

Where the moon lay upon its back

Driving deep into the throat

Of the countryside

Strapped tight into

Centre of scene

Starry open attic night

No headline hits happen here

About what do I write

So sad the pull I feel

Is a push into out of sight

Hard not to look behind

When there’s something

On your back

On your soul

On your mind

Let time pass by

Circles fly

Time can wet and roll a

Tear from the eye

Strapped tight into

Centre of scene

Starry open attic night

No headline hits happen here

About what do I write

So sad the pull I feel

Is a push into out of sight