Well you say it's such a small small world. flying Club Class back from the far-east. curled up safe and warm in the big chair. you were drifting through the skies of anywhere. Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton. there's live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks. so you think you know what's going on - but you don't. because you weren't in Belfast no you weren't there. and no you weren't in Waco no you weren't there. and you weren't in Kosovo you weren't there. and you weren't in my head so you don't know how it felt. walking arm in arm with crowds to the square. and the banners waving and the sun glinting. All this information swims round and round. like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere. Up and down between the glass walls. You're so safe in the knowledge they're impenetrable. and you look out at the world and see nothing at all. so go back to sleep and you'll be woken when the time comes. and you'll never know just what hit you or where it came from. because you weren't in Bradford no you weren't there. and you weren't on the hill no you weren't there. and you weren't with us so you never saw. just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door. how the people told them all to go to Hell. smashed the cameras and sent them away. There were sirens going off and policemen coming in. and all that you love was being swept away. in the rush of a black tide all done in your name. and you'll never know just what happened there.