I Saw A Blue Umbrella In Princess Street GardensHeading Out West For The Lothian RoadAn Evening Used Stuff Deep In His PocketWrapped Up In His Problems To Keep Away The ColdGrace And Spirit Haunts The Dark ArtsThe Only Man Working On A Documentary CruiseShooting Film As The Lines Get LongerAs The Seams Run Out As The Oil Runs DryHey There Lassie, Internal ExileWhen Will You See That It's Time To Go?Hey There Lassie, Internal ExileWhen Will You Realize You Gotta Let Go?Hey There Lassie, Internal ExileWhen Will You See That It's Time To Go?Hey There Lassie, Internal ExileWhen Will You Realize You Gotta Let Go?Oh, you gotta let goSimply gotta goGotta go nowThe Burial WastelandDeep In The WildernessPoison The SoilAnd Reap The HarvestOf Blind IndifferenceGreed And ApathySold Way Back In Our HistoryThe Burial WastelandThe fish are few, the harbour's empty, the keel's now rot on our oil slick shoresThe sheep are gone, the farm's deserted, it's out of sight and we're out of mindHey there laddy, internal exile, you see that it's time to goHey there lassie, internal exile, you realise you've got to let goLike our fathers before us we've eyes for America, dream of a new life on foreign shoresWherever we go we will always know that the land we stand on is never our ownHey there laddy, internal exile, you see that it's time to goHey there lassie, internal exile, you realise you've got to let goWell now you realise you've got to let goOh, internal exileInternal exileWe've got to let goInternal exileInternal exileInternal exileWe areWe areWe areWe areInternal exileInternal exileInternal exileInternal exileInternal exileWe'll see you next time.