I awoke one morning
In 1949
To a sea of half-remembered faces
Tugging at my mind

They assaulted me with clipboards
That the ministry gave out
And the voices in my head were pleading
"What's this all about?!"

Drift in and sharpen the lines
Drift out of focus, unwind

My companions of honour
Came from valleys black with coal
Every citizen a subject
Fit for government control

Tick the boxes on the checklist
Feed the sour little pill
Take our medicine and like it
It's a struggle for free will

Tune in and soften the lines
Tune out unfocus, unwind

And the street outside, a river
Of humanity and rain
Is a goal for us to struggle
Daily, hourly to attain

As the coats push one door open
There's another to behold
And a transport going nowhere
Through the valleys, through the valleys of your soul

Fade in and feel the divine
Fade out of focus, unwind

Tune in, it sharpens the mind
Tune out the nightmare, unwind

Nurse, I really don't feel very good at all
There's something seriously wrong...

And the street outside, a river
Of humanity and rain...

As the coats push one door open
There's another to behold
And a transport going nowhere
Through the valleys, through the valleys of your soul

Drift In
Drift Out
Tune In
Tune Out
Fade In
Fade Out
Tune In
Tune Out

And I awoke one afternoon
In August two thousand and ten