All of the buildings, all of those cars Were once just a dream In somebody's head - Peter Gabriel

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill,
I could see the city light.
Wind was blowing, time stood still.
Eagle flew out of the night.
He was something to observe.
Came in close, I heard a voice.
Standing stretching every nerve,
Had to listen had no choice.
I did not believe the information.
I just had to trust imagination.
My heart going boom boom boom.
"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush The pushing of the people — I like it all so much Such a mass of motion — do not know where it goes I move with the movement and... I have the touch.

Give me steam.
And how you feel to make it real;
Real as anything you've seen.
Get a life with this dreamer's dream.