proscription

flat declaration here we end the known
what's to be found beyond we cannot know
all that is desert right here ends the sown
flat declaration here we end the known

each exile like a postal sack is thrown
and told that now they must get up and go
flat declaration here we end the known
what's to be found beyond we cannot know

the world is round and time moves very slow
perhaps they'll make it back another way
for now they get a final ringing blow
the world is round and time moves very slow

in only one direction do things flow
what we do here nobody would call play
the world is round and time moves very slow
perhaps they'll make it back another way

we see the same conditions every day
our sense of humour has been torn and blown
we are not cheered by any solar ray
we see the same conditions every day

so in conclusion then you must away
and trust your life to things that are unknown
we see the same conditions every day
our sense of humour has been torn and blown