Leaving - Steve Hackett

Endless fog and rain

Grounded 'plane

There an unshaved man

Was exchanged

Wonder if, a cold grey sky

They led me here to die

You can telephone from here

When you wish

Time to run away from here

Won’t be missed at all

Turn the snow to red

Someone fled

Tell the viewers

Were you starved or fed?

Running wild, a hunted deer

Her eyes were filled with fear

People dream in colour here

So they said

Shine your shoes from ear to ear

Right or left the west