Wake me up before I sleep / I’ll promise that I’ll concentrate / On only the last frame / Cover only one sound / Some kinda sweet / Weird kinda strange around me (The Walkabouts)

Lord, I feel like going home / I’ve tried and I failed and I’m tired and weary / Everything I’ve done is wrong / And I feel like going home (The Walkabouts)

Follow the cross of the south / And I will find my home / Neath the marble sky and the amber moon / By the graves of stone and the volcano tall / There’s a traveller’s truth, it says there is no truth at all / In a life that’s full of holes (The Walkabouts)