Текст песни: U2. A Sort Of Homecoming.

And you know it's time to go
through the sleet and driving snow
across the fields of mourning to
lights in the distance

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, 'Desire', time
And you earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh, oh on borderland we run
And still we run, we run and don't look back
I'll be there, I'll be there
Tonight, a highroad, a highroad out of here

The city walls are all come down
The dust a smoke screen all around to see
Faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance

And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill as the valleys explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of it's own

Oh, oh on borderland we run
And still we run, we run and don't look back
Tonight, tonight

The wind will crack in wintertime
A bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream . . .

Tonight we'll a bridge across the sea and land
See the sky burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And you heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of morning
To a light that's in the distance
Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home