Rushing by my door
I hear the babble
Hidden inside the war
The mystery of existences
Dances in my dreams
Closing the distances
Nothing's what it seems
The call of possibility
Gives me the courage to be free
To open up my mind's eye
To see what I can see
And I don't have to go there
Cos I'm already here
On the road to nowhere as it disappears
When I'm feeling low down
Like I'm just about near the end
I listen to the sound and it picks me up
And takes me home again
Takes me home again
Takes me home again
With songs of another world
Painting pictures in my mind
Travelling towards infinity
I leave this world behind
I don't need a TV screen
To carry me away
I've got Frieda, Jack and Mojo Sam
To take me where they may
And I don't have to go there
Cos I'm already here
On a moving road to nowhere as it disappears
When I'm feeling low down
Like I'm just about near the end
I listen to the sound and it picks me up
And takes me home again
Takes me home again
Takes me home again
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
But for me I know that isn't so
Cos the pictures come to me in a woven tapestry
Amadeo
On the radio
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