Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding, stretching every nerveHad to listen, had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart going boom, boom, boom"Son", he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home"