Well my bags are packed I'm ready to go. Whichever way the world is tilting. Because I won't get back the part of my soul. I sold to the devil for a coffee for the road. I never wanted to get anywhere. I never wanted to get anything. Desire is the point of everything. There's a line of shadows on the far horizon. It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains. All my life I've been gazing to the far horizon. It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains. I have never been a wise man. living too fast and recklessly. Too quick to judge too quick to act and forgive and forget. And always gone before the reckoning. I grew up listening to the distant hum. Of the traffic on the great western road. Wishing I was gone. Screaming out to the wind - bring it on bring it on. There's a line of shadows on the far horizon. It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains. All my life I've been gazing to the far horizon. It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains. Breaking open