The geese have flown from the fields And I met nobody in the mountain There's a moonlight on the meadow And warm sulfuric fountains And the cavalry is running On broken legs There's a wind out on the hill With an old harmonica swaying Down to the afterhour days Where the motion pictures keep playing Can that old feeling Come back another way There ain't no 100 miles away. Can't you see me when I'm moving Do you remember why you give These lovers are left to wondering Why they cannot have what makes them live I've only seen broken treasures Inside a cage Our fingertips are callouseds The moths are flitting on the screen Our eyes are still focused on a palace Somewhere deep inside our dream Although my hands are tied I was not born a slave There ain't no 100 miles away