Peter Bruntnell - Ends Of The Earth

Leaving our lives behind, losing all our sense of time,
So the way we think we came is not what brought us.
Moving in to starry space, finding nothing but a face,
A shining waste, crossing nowhere, but still it brought us.
It won't take a minute dear, to find out we were wrong.
Get your things it's time we were gone.
The union and the state we found,
Will never make a son,
And he'll never ask us why, or where he's from.
It's a hard thing to call, when you know how hard the fall,
But some part of me wishes you stall, to keep me waiting.
I'd run through the empty gates, climb the tower and curse the fate,
Cos when you land, it's a mistake, we keep making.
I can't wait a minute dear, does it matter what we do?
Tell me you don't want to see me soon.
Wishes nose about out there, like airplaces on the ground,
And I probably won't stay blue when you touch down.
Clockwatch days that never end, cups of coffee filled and spent,
Counted out to pay the rent, and billed by the hour.
Though so ready to begin, this awful weight has done us in.
And now the taste in my mouth has made time sour.
It just takes a minute dear for a feeling bound to fade,
I've got no future country I can claim.
The stranger in the picture here, won't recognise my name,
Cos he doesn't know what number flight he's taking.