I wrote this song years ago late at night somewhere on the Goldhawk Road. I was never sure how or why. Before the war and the tidal wave engulfed us all it's true how the world has changed. And I was learning how to change with you. We saw the green fields. Turn into stone. Such lonely homes. All in a badman's dream. He ain't asleep. It's just a dream. In the darkest hour the song had gone it passed among the people I hardly knew. And I was losing it all the time. But she stayed with me and found me out and above all things I've learnt. It's that honesty that secures the bond in the heart. We saw the green fields. Turn into stone. Such lonely homes. All in a badman's dream. He ain't asleep. It's just a dream