"Fly By Night"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983), A Classic Case (1985)

It's hard to say I'm sorry
May we just forget about today
You see, I fly by night, I fly by night
I laid my love beside the door
And left you sleeping on the floor
So long, I fly by night, I fly by night
And though you might think it's too bad of me
I have to leave you with used memories
I have no stomach for the dawn
I feel I should be moving on
And so I fly by night
Now lady luck's deserted me
The ghosts of love stand clear to see
They also fly by night
Strange figures in the dark
Did Cupid strike and leave his mark?
It seems his arrows fly by night
They fly by night, let's fly

"Made In England"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Somewhere in a town in England
Lay a babe with a curious smile
He was of your father's children
Born each side of a dry-stone mile
He grew up through the schools and factories
Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold
Grey towers built high on that Kingdom
With apartments still unsold
Somewhere in a town in England
Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham
And were you made in England's
Green and pleasant land?
He accepts no unemployment
And is to indeterminate station bred
Is possessed of skills and reason
Flies the flag upon his head
Watches the democratic process
Grind it's way through the Commons cold
Filled with fiery infiltrators
Who would pave the streets
With England's gold

"Walk Into Light"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Close in, move out to where you want to go
There's a crowd out there handclapping slow
We're all powered up, switched on
The rig is tight, step into joy, walk into light
Never mind what some people say
They're going to love you anyway
Shake off that nervous twitch
And feel your strength
Stand astride the width and walk the length
Those super-troopers fired and burning bright
Step into joy, walk into light
Stand tall and be yourself
You can do it for your health
Maybe a circus ring, a disco floor
Do like we do and do some more
A crowded office or a party night
Step into joy, walk into light

"Trains"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Here I am at the end of the day
With a cup of cold coffee
From the station buffet
On trains, on trains
I seem to spend my life on trains
See the blue suit banker in the ticket line
Got an Evening Standard
With Playboy hidden behind
On trains, on trains
He seems to spend his life on trains
Time after time, was I just dreaming?
Did I help you aboard?
Full passenger service
Let me help with the door
Sit down take the weight off your feet
There's a train full of people
I'd like you to meet
On trains, on trains
We love to spend our lives on trains
Join the secret world of trains
Feel the pleasure, touch the pain
Drift into yesterday
Once and again I was just thinking
We could meet sometime on the 17:30
Where I usually find my friends
At the end of the day
May we pay your fare, lady?
We should like you to stay in our train
On trains
You'll have to spend your life on trains
I hear there's an office party on the 18:05
You'll be home for Christmas
If they take you alive from the train
Those trains
We have to spend our lives on trains
Once and again I was just thinking
We could meet any time
On number two platform
Where I usually find my friends
At the end of the day, on trains, trains, trains

"End Game"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

I'm slipping into grey and I was (in my way)
Good to you and you were good for me
Bye bye my love, going to play the end game
It's growing kind of still
You know there always will be a dream
Waiting for you when sleep comes around
I had to play the end game
Bless us all. I must say, it was good, you know
Keep me in mind for a re-match in warm snow
The faces at the door couldn't have looked
More lost to see me waving
As I brush away a tear
Gone to play the end game

"Black and White Television"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

I looked in the mirror
Then saw my face in a dream
With eyes sharp as diamonds
Blessed with clear vision
Things were not as they seemed
Black and white television
Stared back from the wall
Is that my life? Am I here at all?
Down in the High Road
See motor cavalcades glide
Past shopwindow dressers
Desperately covering all the parts they can hide
Black and white television stares at me again
Is that their lives? Even dummies pretend
The truth is so hard to deny
The answer is here, the screen never lies
Black and white television
It's the right television
Show me it's all a dream tonight
The boys on the corner sulk
In their Suzuki haze
In primary colours (each year more startling)
But they still fade to grey
On black and white television
It's sweeping the land, is that your life?
Do you understand?

"Toad In The Hole"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

I walk along the Strand
To catch the late ride home
Shuttle through the evening gloom
Knowing I forgot to phone
The back door's open
There's a chill blowing in
Take your warm hands off me
Let the night begin
Shush your mouth, listen to me
I won't say nothing
Just let me be your toad in the hole
Kicking through the wet leaves
Lying all along the Station Road
Past tired graffitti wailing
Raw emotion to unload
There's coal in the fireplace
And money in the bank too
Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper
Still got the back room to do
Don't be late, got a day's work behind me
Feel a little devastated
But my nights are assigned to you
Toad in the hole
No tom-cat creeping
Now could ever be so bold
To hang around our place tonight
When I come in from the cold
There's a straight-six in the garage
And some fine wine to cool
Labour-savers in the kitchen
Room in the garden for a pool
Shush your mouth, let imagination run
Here in bed-sit heaven
Where all the best wishing's done
To warm toad in the hole

"Looking For Eden"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

As I drove down the road to look for Eden
Saw two young girls
But left them standing there
They were too late
To get home on the underground
And probably too drunk, too drunk to care
Can anyone tell me the way to Eden?
I'll ask them there, have they a job for me
I'm not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe
I'll be her Adam, she can be my Eve
And where on earth
Are all those songs of Eden
The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men
Just one old dosser
Lurching down Oxford Street
To spend his Christmas lying in the rain
Don't anybody know the way to Eden
I'm tired of living my life in free-fall
They say it's somewhere
Out on the edge of town
Perhaps it isn't really there at all
Looking for Eden

"User-Friendly"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Do we inhabit some micro-space
And interface through wires
Dance on a printed circuit board
Throw the software to the fires
My memory's slim, so volatile, but I'm learning
Plug yourself in, stay for awhile, un-discerning
And on dusty terminals finger me lightly do
And QWERTY is the name of love
Printed on the V.D.U.
Cut yourself free
We're all alone communicating
Don't bother me with arithmetic
I'm waiting, user-friendly
That's what I am to you
I have to break out of here
Trapped in my hardware cell
And come to you as you sleep tonight
Take you back into my hell
Binary joys and digital sighs so appealing
I'm one of the boys
And it's only your mind that I'm stealing
User-friendly, that's all I am to you

"Different Germany"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

The lights are down in Germany
And Germany is closed to me
Different somehow this time
The airport's stiff, cold corridors
Ring empty beats through hollow feet
That I find to be mine
Different Germany, history repeats somehow
Different Germany, afraid to know you now
And past my eyes with leathered gaze
Stare clean-cut boys all dressed
As men in sharpened uniform
Who turned the clock? (Moved on or back)
And what dark chill
Is gathering still before the storm
Out in the street a tableau double-glazed
With laughing girls whose fastened smiles
Are clearly not meant for me