Departure

Departure - The Moody Blues

Be it sight sound smell or touch

There's something inside

That we need so much

The sight of a touch or

The scent of a sound

Or the strength of an oak with

Roots deep in the ground

The wonder of flowers to be covered

And then to burst up

Through tarmac to the sun again

Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing

To lie in a meadow

And hear the grass sing

To have all these things

In our memory's hoard

And to use them to help us to find