Sail Away

I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain

This is not a story I was told

When all the people are made out of wood

They build their houses of bones

Sail away, Oh sail away

The edge of the world is near

Sail away, Oh sail away from here

I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain

All the cigarettes are hand rolled

Nothing is bought and nobody is sold

And everything's made of gold

I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain

There a man with wounds I did see

Said: I do not want to escape from reality

I want reality to escape from me