Down Kilbarrack road I head for the coast As the northern estates close in They're closing on me so blatantly
Well, the inner city folk, they often spoke With a tongue that was more like a fist On the reservation six miles north Of the slums that some still missed
We'd walk the train tracks, out to the haystacks As the swerved towards a greener world Under Baldoyle bridge the gateway ridge Our hay jumped dreams unfurled
And the Belfast train nearly killed my friend Wayne As it sped like a bullet flying Carrying souls and dreams, like a time machine
On the flat of my back, in that field by the tracks The Canadian geese flew by In my mind I up and join with them And we glide out to Ireland's eye
We can be free, with a little car key The rivers of tar can take us far There are friends and lovers we have yet to meet And tonight, they are watching the same stars
I was born to wander and I'm Not afraid to be free now My heart grows far fonder for these streets When your face I don't see now Why don't you drop everything tonight? And we can ride to the sea now I'll always return but tell me From the jaws of these streets now! When these walls, they close in And your heart turns to tin Lets escape to the sea now Broken ghosts of this place And they hand us the key now