Nik Kershaw Walkabout
There are walls to keep the stranger out And doors that open wide Over here, over here Open spaces for a silent shout A place for you to hide Over here Over here that feeling that fills my head And smiles as as I take my time to bed And I hear someone calling me Oh no This certain space is not your place to go And I see someone standing there Go away Gone walkabout, not coming out today Nothing ever seems to matter And yet, nothing means so much Over here, over here No magic box or slight of hand No mockery of touch Over here Over here I go but not to sleep I hope there's something I can keep (Chorus)
