It’s Immaterial
Your Voice
On nights like these
When it's hard to sleep in the city heat
I remember the times when we were young
And without a care
How we used to drive in any old car

To where the air is clean
The fields are green
Lost in the night
In the moonlight
And even now I still hear
Your voice across the night air
Calling out to me

We used to climb the nearest high ground
And look for miles around
The life in the city
Way up on the satellites
The air is still, you hear the sound
The distant song of the steeltown

I hear your voice
Calling across the night air
Halfway 'round the world
And what I hear just can't be right
It's you half-forgotten song
The closest thing to heaven