Alan Parsons
Back to the Farm
Only twilight, calm and barkless
No more daylight, only darkness
Only twilight, only twilight
Made the change without delay

Hope'n' psyche, open brainy
They throw my key to the drainy
Open psyche, open psyche
A chance to take without decay

Many attempts to swim puddles
Lead to contempt, often muddled
Many attempts, many attempts
Someone's listening again

Nothing, no more come from Judy
Lots of colour come from moody
Nothing, no more, nothing, no more
I'm putting new coaches on the train

We was angry, no, disheartended
Stole the pantry, not the garden;
We was angry, we was angry
Back to the farm, back to the farm

No more angry, no more busy
Got me sanctuary, ask who is he?
No more angry, no, no angry
We're rolling around in hyper schemes