Текст песни The Leavers - Marillion

We are the Leavers
And the road rolls beneath us
We sleep as we're driven
We arrive before dawn
We wait in grey truck-stops
For the night to release us
Then slip in from ring-roads
And our work starts again

Unloading our cargo
The thrills of the night
Our boxes of noises
Our boxes of light
We are parties that travel
Movies that move
Jokes that span fields
Conversations that chatter
From one town to another
Laughter that passes
Thoughts on the wind

We will make a show
And then we'll go.
We are the Leavers

Bottles that empty
From Dover to Calais
From Paris to Hamburg
Strasbourg to Stockholm
On buses that rumble from Newport .to New York!
We nod-off in London or Lisbon or Lima
We wake up in Munich
Wake up in music

We are the Leavers
We are the Leavers

Be careful. We'll leave you.

The Remainers remain in their homely places
Go home, wash their faces, lay down their heads
As the Leavers take with them their lonely craziness
Our fast-moving laughter
Our fast-moving beds
And our hearts slowly lose focus
Like gypsies at fairs
We will meet someone new somewhere

We are the Leavers
And the world turns beneath us
We're somewhere above you
Vapour trails in the sky
Days and nights scrambled
Hurtling to somewhere
From somewhere forgotten
Somewhere forgotten

We're born out of recklessness
The thirst for the thrill
We're revelry's children
Life's too short for standing still

Our lives slowly unravel
Like wool pulled from sweaters
We'll knit something new somewhere else, so forget us.
We are the Leavers
You'll stay and we'll travel
You'll know where you are, always
We'll be vague in our jumble of days
We can never be sure
But be sure of one thing
When the thrills are all done
We'll be gone.

The Remainers can try to persuade us, and tame us
And train us and save us and keep us at home
As we try to fit in with the family life
The mind-numbing comedown
The trouble and strife
All the misunderstandings, defensive attacks
The walls we don't dare relax
And the hurt in your eyes, I know you know that I pray
For the phone-call that takes me away

We won't be much use to you dead

The Remainers are leaving their homely places
With excited faces, drawn to the night
Preparing their minds for a break from the sensible life
As the leavers bring with them their noise and
Light, their wild wonder cure-all of crazy religion
In one sacred ritual
Unmasked and undressed
We all come together
We're all one tonight

We come together
We come together

There are scars in our eyes
From a thousand goodbyes
That was great
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