No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth that´s cooled by gentle breeze,
And trees with rustling leaves,
Only endless days without a care,
Nothing must be done.

Silent as a day can be,
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
Even if they´re dull.

Time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smokey atmosphere.
The trees and I are shaken by the same winds but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
I just can´t seem to let them loose.
And they can´t refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.

Now the light is fading fast,
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When there´ll be none,
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
We shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but they´re powerless on their own.

Beware the fisherman who´s casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But don´t try to tell him ´cos he won´t believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it´s easier that way.
Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.