A Sort Of Homecoming – U2By And you know it’s time to goThrough the sleet and driving snowAcross the fields of mourningLight in the distanceAnd you hunger for the timeTime to heal, desire, timeAnd your earth moves beneathYour own dream landscapeOh, oh, oh…On borderland we run…I’ll be thereI’ll be there…TonightA high roadA high road out from hereThe city walls are all pulled downThe dust, a smoke screen all aroundSee faces ploughed like fields that onceGave no resistanceAnd we live by the side of the roadOn the side of a hillAs the valley explodeDislocated, suffocatedThe land grows weary of its ownOh, oh, oh…on borderland we run…And still we runWe run and don’t look backI’ll be thereI’ll be thereTonightTonightI’ll be there tonight…I believeI’ll be there…somehowI’ll be there…tonightTonightThe wind will crack in winter timeThis bomb-blast lightning waltzNo spoken words, just a scream…Tonight we’ll build a bridgeAcross the sea and landSee the sky, the burning rainShe will die and live againTonightAnd your heart beats so slowThrough the rain and fallen snowAcross the fields of mourningLight’s in the distanceOh don’t sorrow, no don’t weepFor tonight, at lastI am coming homeI am coming home www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20