Down Kilbarrack Road I head for the coast
As the northern estates close in
They close in on me so blatantly
A thickening of the skin
Well the inner city folk, they often spoke
With a tongue that was more like a fist
On the reservation six miles north
Of the slums that some still missed
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na
We walk the train tracks, out to the hay stacks
As they swerved towards a greener world
Under Badoyle Bridge the gateway ridge
Our hay jump dreams unfurled
And the Belfast train nearly killed my friend Wayne
As it sped like a bullet flying
Carrying souls and dreams like a time machine
Back to 1690 meantime
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na
On the flat of my back, in that field by the tracks
Canadian geese flew by
In my mind I up and joined with them
And we glide out to Ireland's eye
We can be free, with a little car key
Rivers of tar can take us far
There are friends and lovers we have yet to meet
And tonight they are watching these same stars
I was born to wander and I'm not afraid to be free now
My heart grows far fonder for these streets
When your face I don't see now
Why don't you drop everything tonight?
And we can ride to the sea now
I'll always return but tell me,
Do you dare to be free?
Can we snatch victory
From the jaws of these streets now?
When the walls, they close in
And your heart turns to tin
Let's escape to the sea now
I can see every face
Broken ghosts of this place
And they hand us the key now
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na
Na-na-na Na Na