Majestic Heights

 

I am just a suburbanite,

always hoping for some light

in this dark and cheerless, bleak room.

How to banish this lasting gloom?

 

Foggy streets and continuous rain.

Iím in my commuter train.

Iím an unknown man in the throng.

How to stand and getting along?

 

Awful poster publicity,

global, high community,

shows an eagle boosting a swill.

What a sly and fabulous skill!

 

Whatever you boost, whatever you show,

I want to leave this place and want to go

with you, where you come from.

Please, make me a welcome.

Wherever you fly, wherever you sail,

I want to follow you to turn tail.

Please, bring me up!

Please, bring me to your majestic heights.

Please, bring me up!

Please, bring me to these magnificent sites,

where you come from.

Please, make me a welcome.

 

I am just a suburbanite,

always thinking if itís right

to escape this flat and this town

where I am unhappy and down.

 

I am just a suburbanite,

always dreaming day and night

of another part in this land,

peaceful, quiet, silent and grand.

 

Whatever ...

 

I am just a suburbanite,

always wishing to unite

with this eagle boosting a dream.

Would it be perhaps a first gleam?

 

Whatever ...