Comes A Time Lyrics - No Place Like Home - Big Country

It's a holy place if you see things that way 

Then they rattle the bones and the analysts play 

From his backward collar on a worn out book 

Another working class poet with an abstract look 

So take me up to the edge of the world 

And push me over again 

Lead me up to the edge of the world 

There comes a time 

Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans 

It's a service funded by a self-made man 

Talks to victims and industrial spies 

He feeds you tobacco for the four-minute mile 

So take me up to the edge of the world 

And push me over again 

Lead me up to the edge of the world 

There comes a time 

With some strange god and a good right hand 

We can chase the ghost from the promised land 

If the promised land turns out as it should 

We can flood the place with consumer goods 

When the African general meets the bingo queen 

And the collective farmer joins the teenage dream 

When the miracle worker saves the chat show host 

And the caveman paints another holy ghost 

So take me up to the edge of the world 

And push me over again 

Lead me up to the edge of the world 

There comes a time 

So take me up to the edge of the world 

And push me over again 

Lead me up to the edge of the world 

There comes a time 

We can storm the walls in our leisure wear 

While we trap the beast in his stormy lair 

Then we'll smooth his image and we'll save his soul 

While we fill our schools with the gold we stole 

With some strange god and a good right hand 

We can chase the ghost from the promised land 

If the promised land turns out as it should 

We can flood the place with consumer goods