I was traveling mostly on dreams and hopes The coming site ways better than the one before behind the next horizon, what I wanted to see bound on moving to be free Do you know what it means to be driven? Do you know what it means to be true? Do you know what it means to be shackled to the road? Do you know, do you know? Well I read that letter from John Anglin He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, for some rest Even though he could flee, in the end he wasn't free Far from home, freedom won't last But all the time, there's that thought, at the back of my mind Like I forgot something important that I left behind To run didn't help to shake that feeling off I was hiding cause I was lost Was I right to run, that's what I'm asking Was I right to pack my bag and leave my home Was I right to run from my devils and deeds They're still here, they're still here Well I read that letter from John Anglin He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, for some rest Even though he could flee, in the end he wasn't free Far from home, freedom won't last

An eagle is circling over the valley, its razor-sharp wingtips not moving at all The sun's shining brightly, peaks casting a shadow, a shadow looming dark and tall A mighty pine tree bent by natures forces, by a wind that long stopped blowing A creek of clear and purling water, frozen in time Who could have known Nobody told us Nothing to be seen Nobody knew it Nobody saw it The final eulogy Fissures on the edges, stains dispreading, gore bled by a long-forgotten past Colors once bright and true, now yellowed, lifeless, lost at last The only sound still to be heard, the rubbing of dried out brittle paper That eagle still spreading its wings in vain, never to come home again Who could have known Nobody told us Nothing to be seen Nobody knew it Nobody saw it The final eulogy Who could have known Nobody told us Nothing to be seen Nobody knew it Nobody saw it The final eulogy

I'm looking at my city, from above she's sweet and quiet All the roofs look the same, shady stains in a sea of light But they can't keep their secrets, now my city sings her song I listen to her poems and I start to sing along My city talks to me Tells all the secrets I can't see Her gray bold stone walls sing the song My city is never wrong Some call her walls a fortress, some call her walls a jail They keep the fear inside for good or keep it all away But the city never damns nobody, she just holds the scale My city is no judge no jury, she just tells the tale My city talks to me Tells all the secrets I can't see Her gray bold stone walls sing the song My city is never wrong My city talks to me Tells the secrets I can't see Her gray bold stone walls sing her song When I'm gone, she will sing on

Leaving a home to find another Where the wind's going to blow us, we never bother Constantly hitching to get a ride Not getting picked up will not pique our pride Steaming up quickly the old rainy hill Climbing the Conor Pass due to our will Finally reaching that windy old gap We are so happy, we's me and my chap Oh Ireland, you green grassy queen Your cliffs, your whiskey, your stout I will never ever forget you So pretty, so pure and so proud Enjoying the view over long sandy beaches Proving it's life and not teachers that teach us Later we're lucky Australians are good They gave us a ride into a seal's neighbourhood Straight away we walk into a pub That's so much nicer than a disco or a club We're having a tea and a big pint of Guinness We're feeling grand we are feeling like winners Oh Ireland, you green grassy queen Your cliffs, your whiskey, your stout I will never ever forget you So pretty, so pure and so proud Our new home's a beach that is owned by a seal The sun takes the sky back for a minute we heal The clouds are so sad, they again start to cry Now it’s raining again and we say goodbye Oh Ireland, you green grassy queen Your cliffs, your whiskey, your stout I will never ever forget you So pretty, so pure and so proud