"Climbing up on Solsbury Hill,
I could see the city light.
Wind was blowing, time stood still,
Eagle flew out of the night.
He was something to observe,
Came in close, I heard a voice.
Standing, stretching every nerve,
Had to listen had no choice.
I did not believe the information,
(I) just had to trust imagination.
My heart going boom boom boom,
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home"".
Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel