"Fly By Night"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)
Bootlegs: Capitol Theatre 10/28/84 (1984); London Fields (2023)
Tributes: A Classic Case (1985)

It's hard to say I'm sorry, may we just forget about today, you see, I fly by night, I fly by night
I laid my love beside the door and left you sleeping on the floor, so long, I fly by night, I fly by night
And though you might think it's too bad of me, I have to leave you with used memories
I have no stomach for the dawn, I feel I should be moving on and so I fly by night
Now lady luck's deserted me, the ghosts of love stand clear to see, they also fly by night
Strange figures in the dark, did Cupid strike and leave his mark?
It seems his arrows fly by night, they fly by night, let's fly



"Made In England"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)
Bootlegs: London Fields (2023)

Somewhere in a town in England lay a babe with a curious smile
He was of your father's children, born each side of a dry-stone mile
He grew up through the schools and factories, Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold
Grey towers built high on that Kingdom with apartments still unsold
Somewhere in a town in England, could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham
And were you made in England's green and pleasant land?
He accepts no unemployment and is to indeterminate station bred
Is possessed of skills and reason, flies the flag upon his head
Somewhere in a town in England, could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham
And were you made in England's green and pleasant land?
Watches the democratic process grind it's way through the Commons cold
Filled with fiery infiltrators who would pave the streets with England's gold
Somewhere in a town in England, could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham
And were you made in England's green and pleasant land?
Somewhere in a town in England, oh England
Somewhere in a town in England, oh England, England



"Walk Into Light"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Close in, move out to where you want to go, there's a crowd out there, handclapping slow
We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight, step into joy, walk into light
Never mind what some people say, they're going to love you anyway
Shake off that nervous twitch and feel your strength, stand astride the width and walk the length
Those super-troopers fired and burning bright, step into joy, walk into light
Stand tall and be yourself, you can do it for your health
Never mind what some people say, they're going to love you anyway
Maybe a circus ring, a disco floor, do like we do and do some more
A crowded office or a party night, step into joy, walk into light



"Trains"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Here I am at the end of the day with a cup of cold coffee from the station buffet
On trains, on trains, I seem to spend my life on trains
See the blue suit banker in the ticket line, got an Evening Standard with Playboy hidden behind
On trains, on trains, he seems to spend his life on trains
Time after time, was I just dreaming? Did I help you aboard? Full passenger service, let me help with the door
Sit down take the weight off your feet, there's a train full of people I'd like you to meet
On trains, on trains, we love to spend our lives on trains
Join the secret world of trains, feel the pleasure, touch the pain, drift into yesterday
Once and again I was just thinking, we could meet sometime on the 17:30
Where I usually find my friends at the end of the day
May we pay your fare, lady? We should like you to stay in our train
On trains, you'll have to spend your life on trains
I hear there's an office party on the 18:05, you'll be home for Christmas if they take you alive
From the train, those trains, we have to spend our lives on trains
Once and again I was just thinking, we could meet any time on number two platform
Where I usually find my friends at the end of the day, on trains, trains, trains



"End Game"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

I'm slipping into grey and I was (in my way), good to you
And you were good for me, bye bye my love, going to play the end game
It's growing kind of still, you know there always will be a dream
Waiting for you when sleep comes around, I had to play the end game
Bless us all, I must say, it was good, you know
Keep me in mind for a re-match in warm snow, end game
The faces at the door couldn't have looked more lost to see me
Waving as I brush away a tear, gone to play the end game
Bless us all, I must say, it was good, you know
Keep me in mind for a re-match in warm snow, end game



"Black and White Television"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

I looked in the mirror, then saw my face in a dream
With eyes sharp as diamonds, blessed with clear vision, things were not as they seemed
Black and white television stared back from the wall. Is that my life? Am I here at all?
Down in the High Road see motor cavalcades glide
Past shopwindow dressers desperately covering all the parts they can hide
Black and white television stares at me again. Is that their lives? Even dummies pretend
The truth is so hard to deny, the answer is here, the screen never lies
Black and white television, black and white television, black and white television
It's the right television, show me it's all a dream tonight
The boys on the corner sulk in their Suzuki haze
In primary colours (each year more startling), but they still fade to grey
On black and white television, it's sweeping the land, is that your life? Do you understand?
The truth is so hard to deny, the answer is here, the screen never lies
Black and white television, back the right television
Black and white television, hard to fight television
Show me it's all a dream tonight, black and white television





"Toad In The Hole"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

I walk along the Strand to catch the late ride home
Shuttle through the evening gloom knowing I forgot to phone
The back door's open, there's a chill blowing in
Take your warm hands off me, let the night begin
Shush your mouth, listen to me, I won't say nothing
Just let me be your toad in the hole
Kicking through the wet leaves, lying all along the Station Road
Past tired graffitti wailing, raw emotion to unload
There's coal in the fireplace and money in the bank too
Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper, still got the back room to do
Don't be late, got a day's work behind me, feel a little devastated
But my nights are assigned to you, toad in the hole
No tom-cat creeping, now could ever be so bold
To hang around our place tonight when I come in from the cold
There's a straight-six in the garage and some fine wine to cool
Labour-savers in the kitchen, room in the garden for a pool
Shush your mouth, let imagination run, here in bed-sit heaven
Where all the best wishing's done to warm toad in the hole



"Looking For Eden"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

As I drove down the road to look for Eden, saw two young girls, but left them standing there
They were too late to get home on the underground and probably too drunk, too drunk to care
Can anyone tell me the way to Eden? I'll ask them there, have they a job for me
I'm not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe, I'll be her Adam, she can be my Eve
And where on earth are all those songs of Eden, the fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men
Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street to spend his Christmas lying in the rain
Don't anybody know the way to Eden, I'm tired of living my life in free-fall
They say it's somewhere out on the edge of town, perhaps it isn't really there at all
And where on earth are all those songs of Eden, the fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men
Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street to spend his Christmas lying in the rain
Looking for Eden



"User-Friendly"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

Do we inhabit some micro-space and interface through wires
Dance on a printed circuit board, throw the software to the fires
My memory's slim, so volatile, but I'm learning
Plug yourself in, stay for awhile, un-discerning
And on dusty terminals finger me lightly do
And QWERTY is the name of love, printed on the V.D.U.
Cut yourself free, we're all alone communicating
Don't bother me with arithmetic, I'm waiting
User-friendly, that's what I am to you
User-friendly, that's what I am to you
I have to break out of here, trapped in my hardware cell
And come to you as you sleep tonight, take you back into my hell
Binary joys and digital sighs so appealing
I'm one of the boys and it's only your mind that I'm stealing
User-friendly, that's all I am to you
User-friendly, that's all I am to you
User-friendly, that's all I am to you
User-friendly, that's all I am to you, to you
User, User-friendly, User-friendly



"Different Germany"
music by Ian Anderson and Peter-John Vettese; lyrics by Ian Anderson

Walk Into Light (1983)

The lights are down in Germany, and Germany is closed to me, different somehow this time
The airport's stiff, cold corridors ring empty beats through hollow feet that I find to be mine
Different Germany, history repeats somehow, Different Germany, afraid to know you now
And past my eyes with leathered gaze, stare clean-cut boys, all dressed as men in sharpened uniform
Who turned the clock? (Moved on or back), and what dark chill is gathering still before the storm
Different Germany, history repeats somehow, Different Germany, afraid to know you now
Out in the street, a tableau double-glazed, with laughing girls whose fastened smiles are clearly not meant for me
Different Germany, history repeats somehow, Different Germany, afraid to know you now
The lights are down in Germany, and Germany is closed to me, different somehow this time