Jethro Tull - Rock Island Lyrics
Savage night on a misty island. lights wink out in theCanyon walls.Two old boys in a stolen racer. black rubber contrails inThe unwashed halls.And all roads out of here, seem to lead right back to theRock island.Ive gone back to paris, london, and even riding on aJumbo to bombay.The long haul back holds faint attraction, but the peopleHere know theyre o.k.See the girl following the red balloon: walking all aloneOn her rock island.Doesnt everyone have their own rock island? their own littlePatch of sand?Where the slow waves crawl and your angels fall and you findYou can hardly stand.And just as youre drowning, well, the tide goes down.And youre back on your rock island.Hey there girlie with the torn dress, shaking: who was itTouched you? who was it ruined your day?Whose footprint calling card? and what they want, steppingOn your beach anyway?Ill be your life raft out of here, but youd only drift rightBack to your rock island.Hey, boy with the personal stereo: nothing `tween the earsBut that hard rock sound.Playing to your empty room, empty guitar tune, no use waitingFor that c.b.s. to come around.`cos all roads out of here, seem to lead right back to yourRock island.
