Well, you say it's such a small, small world
Flying Club Class back from the far-east
Curled up safe and warm in the big chair
You were drifting through the skies of anywhere
Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton
There's live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks
So you think you know what's going on - but you don't
Because you weren't in Belfast, no you weren't there
And no you weren't in Waco, no you weren't there
And you weren't in Kosovo, you weren't there
And you weren't in my head so you don't know how it felt
Walking arm in arm with crowds to the square
And the banners waving and the sun glinting

All this information swims round and round
Like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere
Up and down between the glass walls
You're so safe in the knowledge they're impenetrable
And you look out at the world and see nothing at all
So go back to sleep and you'll be woken when the time comes
And you'll never know just what hit you or where it came from
Because you weren't in Bradford, no you weren't there
And you weren't on the hill, no you weren't there
And you weren't with us so you never saw
Just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door
How the people told them all to go to Hell,
Smashed the cameras and sent them away
There were sirens going off and policemen coming in
And all that you love was being swept away
In the rush of a black tide all done in your name
And you'll never know just what happened there
Or how it feels - just how it feels