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 in to 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 in to reverie

And come down to voice a generation.

So long, soldier

Cruise controller

Satellite trajectory, guide us in to reverie

And come down to voice a generation.