by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

It's hard to say I'm sorry. May we just forget about today. You see, I fly by night. I fly by night. I laid my love beside the door and left you sleeping on the floor. So long. I fly by night, I fly

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Night close in on a shanty town. Panama freighter wearing rusty brown. She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound. Head up on a lumpy sea. I'm not the only lonely planet rider In this one horse town

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing… Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. In

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting on the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting. Orange order on a field of green. Smothers me to smithereens. Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing. Jumping beans and brow

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods Along the way. Good angels brought her back to a last nepal summer. Debased, hollow-faced, a

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these years long passing, Time to reflect, no time for wasti

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp Down to the river. Tonight flies a better moon. Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows; A splash reve

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness. Farmhou

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen. Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, Letting nine become ten. Two pink doves strut the shingles Picking cr

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark. The temperature is rising. the village gets no sleep. It's hardly surprising, given the hot company they ke

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip. Perhaps admonishing the ch

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language of Birds

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: You must stay with me and learn the secre

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

The lights are down in germany And germany is closed to me Different somehow this time. The airport's stiff, cold corridors Ring empty beats through hollow feet That I find to be mine. Different ger

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

Do we inhabit some micro-space And interface through wires. Dance on a printed circuit board Throw the software to the fires. My memory's slim --- so volatile But I'm learning. Plug yourself in. stay

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

As I drove down the road to look for eden Saw two young girls but left them standing there. They were too late to get home on the underground And probably too drunk, too drunk to care. Can anyone tel

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

I walk along the strand To catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom Knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There's a chill blowing in. Take your warm hands off me. Let the

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

I looked in the mirror then Saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds Blessed with clear vision. Things were not as they seemed. Black and white television Stared back from the wall. Is that

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

Close in, move out to where you want to go. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight. Step into joy. Walk into light. Never mind what some peopl

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

Somewhere in a town in england Lay a babe with a curious smile. He was of your father's children. Born each side of a dry-stone mile. He grew up through the schools and factories, Brunel's tunnels an

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

Here I am at the end of the day With a cup of cold coffee From the station buffet. On trains, on trains I seem To spend my life on trains. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line. Got an evening