Born in October

(R Webster/M Thomson)

34 million miles, many minutes of light
Works the wistful mind of a child

As he embarks upon his nightly flight
He's travelling in style

Fly on Astro Fly
(and when you fly your feet won't touch the ground)
Fly on Astro Fly
(and when you fly your breath won't make a sound)
Fly on Astro Fly 
(and when you fly your feet won't touch the ground)

Turning away his eyes from Mars magnified
Pulls back to Earth again, he sighs

Not from here, he's a pioneer
Finds his place in the new frontier

Fly on Astro Fly 
(and when you fly your feet won't touch the ground) 
Fly on Astro Fly 
(and when you fly your breath won't make a sound) 
Fly on Astro Fly  
(and when you fly your feet won't touch the ground)

Fly on Astro fly
Fly on Astro Fly

(R Webster/M Thomson)

You, you turned around and whispered something to me 
You said "I'm not the same" as what you used to be 
But I know that you are what I want 
Yes I know that you are what I want 

The faces on the line are turning slowly 
And no-one will have time when the wind blows softly 
And I know that you are what I want 
Yes I know that you are what I want 

You turned to me again 
A small tear in your eye 
I took your hand and we walked under the sky 

You, you turned around and whispered something to me 
You said we're not the same as what we used to be 
But I know that you are what I want 
Yes I know that you are what I want 

We found another time 
Our lips tasted of wine 
There's a freckle in my mind and it won't die 

We’re turning 
And yearning 
We're returning 

You, you turned around and whispered something to me 
You said you’re not the same as what you used to be 
But I know that you are what I want 

Yes I know that you are what I want

(M Thomson)

In the dark I find my way 
It lines the day, it lines the day 
In the dark I find my way 
Something shines through the grey, it shines through the grey 

I know time is no friend of mine 
No conversation will see us intertwine 
I know time is no friend of mine 
No conversation will see us intertwine 

In the sand I find my heart 
The blinds depart, the blinds depart 
In the sand I find my heart 
Something makes a start, like Joan of Arc 

I know time is no friend of mine 
No conversation will see us intertwine 
I know time is no friend of mine 
No conversation will see us intertwine 

You may be all I need 
You may be all I need 
You may be all I need 
You may be all I need

I know time is no friend of mine  
No conversation will see us intertwine  
I know time is no friend of mine  
No conversation will see us intertwine 

(R Webster/M Thomson)

Here she comes, pink helmet on
Spots and stripes, speckled leggings long
Pirouettes, to the call of her own song
Inhibitions gone

Here she waits, tuckshop lines, red uniform
Fractured smile hides unfallen tears forlorn
Promised gift of self expression born
Only to conform

She's a glimmer girl
Glimmering girl
Glimmer girl

Here she sits, piling papers, silent screen
Paving paths, destinations never been
Sudden vision of a child so keen
Severed hopes redeemed

And she tries to find
Her place and space in time
And she tries to reconcile
The child inside

Here she stands, shimmering, bathed in gold
Fierce eyes, mirrows, windows, vivid soul
Silent gallery watching wings unfold
Assurance taken hold

She's a glimmer girl
Glimmering girl
Glimmer girl

(F Urquhart/R Webster)

We had our fun
Not hurting no-one
Higher than high
On life

Like you always said
There's a happy for you
And a happy that's just for me too

And we all need to get there, soon

Stars fill my mind
Cartwheel and climb
Smiles from a child
Ring of joy

And we all need to get there, soon

Crossing space and time
Happiness transcends
Voices on the wind
In the sun the flowers grow

Making good of the plan
Letting go of your hand
Was the hardest thing
I'll ever do

Crossing space and time
Happiness transcends
(Your) voice is on the wind
In the sun the flowers grow

Like you always said
There's a happy for you
And a happy that's just for me too

And like the seasons remember
Spring will arrive in September, soon

(R Webster)

My Mama said: Go!
Pick some wild oranges
By the creek
You know the ones so sweet

So my brother
My sister and I
To blossoms and leaves
Flew our adventurous minds

With scratches on our knees
Always running in bare feet

Sweetest Oranges
Sweetest Oranges
Sweetest Oranges wild

I'm sorry Ma!
We were wearing our sunday best
A slippery slope
And the mud took care of the rest

Her loving hands
Smoothed over another homemade dress
She said: What's a life
Without fun
And a little mess?

With scratches on our knees 
Always running in bare feet

Sweetest Oranges 
Sweetest Oranges 
Sweetest Oranges wild

On the farm, On the farm, On the farm
Always running in bare feet

When we roam
Together or apart
Seeking trees, gathering fruit
That's who we are

Sweetest Oranges  
Sweetest Oranges  
Sweetest Oranges wild