have you ever been to north point
to spend your time and pray
the prison walls are dark and cold and grey
the writing on the wall at north point
speaks to a silent room
they shut the bars down, leave you to the gloom
how could we get any closer, so high is the wire
and the guards won't listen
they won't believe me
and then it all came back
somewhere far above, has a new day risen
way beyond the searchlight, comes alive
then on a bright day at north point
the gate was open wide
they chanced to look at what was inside
there were a million stars at north point
and from the silent tomb
they took it to the heart,
and left for the moon
have you ever been to north point
to spend your time and pray
the prison walls are dark and cold and grey
