Δεν είναι εκπληκτικό πώς ένα τραγούδι μπορεί να αγγίξει τόσους πολλούς ανθρώπους με τόσους διαφορετικούς τρόπους;
Κυκλοφόρησε τον Μάρτιο του 1977
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
He was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen, had no choice
I did not believe the informationJust had to trust imagination My heart going "Boom-boom-boom" "Son", he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home"
To keep in silence I resignedMy friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to dayThough my life was in a rut 'Til I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machinery My heart going "Boom-boom-boom" "Hey", he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home" Hey, back home
When illusion spin her netI'm never where I wanna be And liberty, she pirouette When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes but still can see No one taught them etiquette I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacementI'll tell them what the smile on my face meant My heart going "Boom-boom-boom" "Hey", I said "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home"