Philby - Rory Gallagher

Now ain’t it strange that I feel like Philby

There’s a stranger in my soul

I’m lost in transit in a lonesome city

I can’t come in from the cold

I’m deep in action on a secret mission

Contact’s broken down

Time drags by, I’m above suspicion

There’s a voice on the telephone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city

Contact’s never gonna show

I’ve got a code which can’t be broken

My eyes never seem to close

Well, I’m standing here in the silent city

Shadows falling down

I’m disconnected but I don’t need pity

The night’s gonna burn on slow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now ain’t it funny that I feel like Philby

A stranger on a foreign shore

I’ve got my plans and I must move quickly

There’s a knock upon the door

Still in transit and I’m close to danger

My cover can’t be blown

It’s getting strange and it’s getting crazy

Tell me, what is going on?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Four o’clock and nothing’s moving

Six o’clock and the daylight’s stirring

Morning comes, must be moving on

All night long my mind’s been burning

Makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home

Now ain’t it strange that I feel like Philby

There’s a stranger in my soul

I’m lost in transit in a lonesome city

I can’t come in from the cold