Pieces of rock from abroad,
And a straw bird as company…
Well there’s no need to explain!
Take off your muddy beret,
This isn’t the enemy
And you can call me by my name…
A big blue sky - broken in places…
Down by the mission hall, an aeroplane races…
Look at the scenery – I’ve been here before,
In this part of the city…
Watch as the sun goes down,
That dirty old sun,
In the heart of the city, when there’s no-one around…
Ten thousand sighs can be heard
When you listen carefully…
They’re tryin’ to kiss away the pain…
A big blue sky - broken in places…
Down by the mission hall, an aeroplane races…
Look at the scenery – I’ve been here before,
In this part of the city…
Watch as the sun goes down,
That dirty old sun,
In the heart of the city, when there’s no-one around…
Words & Music by Andrew Bodnar 1998
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