Back in 95
A little boy from just outside of London
Took a fated trip across the ocean
A 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 chance
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 echoees

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