STEVE HACKETT:   Defector

The Steppes (Instrumental)

Time To Get Out

Find me ninety miles from Cuba
In a land that has no borders
If the bomb can do it for you
We refuse to take your orders
We remember what you taught us

Time to get out while you can

Twenty three and one half billion
Joints were smoked by lunchtime that Thursday

On the Steppes its not so easy
Vodka helps them sing much stronger
Place your bets which side lives longer

Time to get out while you can

Time to get out while you can

Time to get out while you can

Slogans (Instrumental)

Leaving

Endless fog and rain
Ground the plane
There an unshaved man
Was exchanged

Wonder if a cold grey sky they led me here to die
(You can telephone from here), when you wish

(Time to run away from here), won't be missed at all

Turn the snow to red
Someone fled
Tell the viewers were
You starved or fed?

Running wild a hunted deer, her eyes were filled with fear
(People dream in colour here), so they said
(Shine your shoes from ear to to ear), right or left the west

Two Vamps As Guest (Instrumental)

Jacuzzi (Instrumental)

Hammer In The Sand (Instrumental)

The Toast

Round and round and up and down
Round and round and up and down
Drinking all the wine we found
Not so easy to remain
Steady
Happy

Round and round and up and down
Round and round and up and down
Drinking all the wine we found
Not so easy to remain
Steady
Happy

Say it soft and say it slow
Tell me what I want to know
Pour it till it overflows
Love may come and love may go
Such a
Pity

The Show

Yes I'm such a simple man
Just put me on the flight
Every day's another place
Playing into the night

And you can't unwind
You're wrecked before the show
Everything's fine when
You feel that Johnny go go go - go go

Will you play tonight for me?
Promise I'll do my best
Yes, rock music should be free
Money's worth less and less

And the walls should be cracked
Four red faces make a noise
All dressed in black
I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys

Will you play tonight for me?
Promise I'll do my best
Yes, rock music should be free
Money's worth less and less

And the walls should be cracked
Four red faces make a noise
All dressed in black
I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys

Or boys

Sentimental Institution

Well, I'll tell you a story
'Bout a girl who came my way
We upped and married
Three kids a dog in Sante Fe
Now she's gone, I'm by myself

I'm gonna join
A sentimental institution
I'm gonna pack
Pack all my little blues away
But I didn't stay left on the shelf

Mrs. Johnson from Wisconsin
She's a widow, plain to see
And Minnesota from Dakota
Likes the way I make her tea
Sweet as candy

I'm gonna join
A sentimental institution
No one to stop me
From playing Benny Goodman all day
So if you want romance
Just step my way
The band starts to play

I can thrill her with Glenn Miller
Or a song from Louis Armstrong
With Jim Dorsey or Arty Shaw
Know this magic can't go wrong

Old and lovely, she's so wealthy
But so ugly, I've gone crazy
Someone help me, do