Silver Kettle Lyrics - Sparks Of Ancient Light - Al Stewart

And in the last days of the world of plastic records 

He takes the car into town 

He hears the voices of salvation through the static 

Just turns the volume down 

A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade 

Towers of glass that petroleum has made 

But he wouldn't have been born 

At any other moment in the world 

And in the morning he will hear the silver kettle 

Calling him out of his sleep 

The world outside goes by in plastic and in metal 

He's got his secrets to keep 

The daily news forms a pattern on TV 

Violence first, then a cat stuck up a tree 

But he wouldn't have been born 

At any other moment in this world 

One o'clock and the office empties out 

He watches as they pass 

Nostalgic for something intangible 

A time that never was 

There is a crack along the plaster in the kitchen 

It forms the shape of her face 

Just for a moment he will trace it with his finger 

One day he'll paint her away 

He sees her now - she's got a clean white shirt on 

She's someone he'd just love to get the dirt on 

And she couldn't have been born 

At any other moment in the world