Back in '95
A little boy from just outside of London
Took a fated trip across the ocean
And little did he know
That he would find his voice in verse and chorus
Making wishes on his broken stereo
Can't shake the noise from his bones
Hear it all play out in distant echoes
So long, soldier
Cruise controller
Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie
And come down to voice a generation
Late 2005
The boy's got plans as crazy as his friends
They take their chances driving West alone
Give 'em six more years, and see what time will do for hopeless dreamers
Singing wishes to their broken stereo
You can't shake the noise from their bones
Hear it all play out in distant echoes
So long, soldier
Cruise controller
Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie
And come down to voice a generation
So long, soldier
Cruise controller
Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie
And come down to voice a generation
