Dance O’er the Border

(Easy, say easy, say nice and easy, nice and easy)

Tonight I stay home on the phone
Talking to the persons unknown
Take me another zone
This is my life on the phone

Well I feel like Donald Duck
Sold my eyes for an ounce of luck
And now my back's on fire
With burning why
The people upstairs don't scream so high

I decided to fly off again
And flew really high above
The way and the festival site
As I was taking off I was for the first time
Aware of the people might see me taking off
And landing or flying around generally
I felt very anonymous and detached from everyone
Soulful, sad and sombre
I felt very anonymous and detached from everyone
So I sat quite sad and sombre
Fl-

Flying away from the site and the motorway
Quite high, but suddenly decided to head back
From the ticket office on the edge of the site
Sadly couldn't make it by myself
So I ended on a flight

In previous dreams I felt I couldn't control the flight
But sometimes I could by stretching out my arms
And flap my little hands, in the case of the dream
Didn't work so I Superman-dreamed
I couldn't do it in the Superman-style
So I tried flying off to Glasgow
And I was flying Superman-style along the M8
And I got caught more and more
City came lower and lower
So I don't think I wanted to
Couldn't fly anymore
Landed on a car-roof
A woman saw me
Suddenly appear on the car
But she couldn't carry anything
She walked down the street
But she was boodlebaddledenemy

I went in a small shop
Wanted to buy ???
It wasn't a shop
It was two small flats
And a sort of a porch bit
Suddenly realised it was someone's house
And I left
And that's all I gonna be remembering for right now