You Weren`t There

Well, you say it`s such a small, small world<br>flying Club Class back from the far-east<br>curled up safe and warm in the big chair<br>you were drifting through the skies of anywhere<br>Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton<br>there`s live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks<br>so you think you know what`s going on - but you don`t<br>because you weren`t in Belfast, no you weren`t there<br>and no you weren`t in Waco, no you weren`t there<br>and you weren`t in Kosovo, you weren`t there<br>and you weren`t in my head so you don`t know how it felt<br>walking arm in arm with crowds to the square<br>and the banners waving and the sun glinting <br><br>All this information swims round and round <br>like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere<br>Up and down between the glass walls<br>You`re so safe in the knowledge they`re impenetrable<br>and you look out at the world and see nothing at all<br>so go back to sleep and you`ll be woken when the time comes<br>and you`ll never know just what hit you or where it came from<br>because you weren`t in Bradford, no you weren`t there<br>and you weren`t on the hill, no you weren`t there<br>and you weren`t with us so you never saw<br>just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door<br>how the people told them all to go to Hell, <br>smashed the cameras and sent them away<br>There were sirens going off and policemen coming in<br>and all that you love was being swept away<br>in the rush of a black tide all done in your name<br>and you`ll never know just what happened there<br>or how it feels - just how it feels . . .