Back in 95
A little boy from
just outside of London
Took a fated trip
across the ocean
Little did he know
That he would find his
voice in verse and
chorus Making wishes
on his broken stereo
Can't shake the noise
from his bones
Hear it all play
out in distant echoes
So long
soldier Cruise
con troller
Satellite trajectory
Guide us into reverie
and come down
To voice a generation
Late 2005 The boy's got
plans as crazy as his friends
They take their chances
driving west alone
Give them six more years
and see what time will
do for hopeless dreamers
Singing wishes to
their broken stereo
You Can't shake the noise
from their bones
Hear it all play
out in distant echoes
(Repeat Chorus 1)
So long soldier
Cruise controller
Satellite trajectory
Guide us into reverie
and come down
To voice a generation