Graham Parker Follow

As you look into an invisible landscape
And the waves of time part behind your back
As your life crumbles and turns into fiction
And the end of it becomes a fact

The ghosts of children will run in your garden
And play with an imaginary ball
You will be released and pardoned
Now there's nowhere left to fall

Good-bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Now fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, yeah

A steam rises out of the water
And a mist hangs over the field
The tears of your wife and daughter
Have all but released their yield

The ghosts of lovers will walk toward you
And beckon you into their arms
And the mighty bells of chaos
Will no longer sound their alarms

Good-bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Now fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Way, way, way, way, way, way

Shake off your carcass, leave us in the dark
That's us fumbling 'round like ants on the ground
In palaces and hovels, reading mystery novels
But we never get the plot, maybe you got it now

Shake that mortal coil, leave us to toil
Take off that weight, take off that weight
Listen to the silence, know the end of violence
Is a clean slate, is a clean slate

Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Now fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Now fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Way out in the heaven, yeah, way out in the heaven