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Walking Back Home (Album Version) - Deacon Blue
Stars and satellites
Are quiet over the hills tonight
The cat's eyes and white lines
Are heading out for miles
The frost on the embankment
Keeps my feet on the road
The tunes and beers
Are walking us back home
Stopped any travellers
Wished them good new year
Sang and we drunk
Quarrelled and we cheered
Touch the sky of us
We felt the earth below
We knew how good it was
Just walking back home
I left them at the circle
As the sun began to rise
And walked the last few hundred yards
Back to my own house
Pulled my coat still closer
'Cause now I'm on my own
I've struck out for the first time
And now I'm walking back home
Warbeck sang
Stacy's sang
Linda sang
Everybody sang
Everybody sang
Everybody sang