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 HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the night
He was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding, stretching every nerveI had to listen, had no choice
I did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy 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 nutTurning water into wineOpen 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 sayWhich connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machineryMy 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 beAnd liberty, she pirouetteWhen I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes but still can seeNo one taught them etiquetteI will show another me
Today I don't need a replacementI'll tell them what the smile on my face meantMy heart going "Boom-boom-boom""Hey", I said"You can keep my things, they've come to take me home"