I don’t want to be
I don’t want to be
I don’t want to be
So lost for ideas
Especially
After reading from
Jonathan Steadall’s book
Where on Earth is Heaven
I should be preparing a letter
To send to the BBC
Asking them, with some determination
To take his films out of the vaults
Show them again why don’t you I ought to say
For nothing much has changed
Show them again why don’t you
For the searcher’s search still goes on
We are all, all looking for something
We are all, all a little bit lost of song
We are indeed all looking for our very own heavens
Or at least, for what it is that is right, or wrong
