Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just 20,000 people standing in a field And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is But that's okay cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz And tell me when the spaceship lands Cause all this has just got to mean something In the middle of the night, it feels alright But then tomorrow morning Oh then you come down Oh yeah the pirate radio station told us what was going down Got the tickets from some mashed up bloke in Camden Town Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is But that's okay cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away Alright In the middle of the night, it feels alright But then tomorrow morning Oh then you come down Just keep on moving... Everybody asks your name They say we're all the same and it's "nice one", "geezer" But that's as far as the conversation went I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's six o'clock I wanna go home But it's "no way", "not today", makes you wonder what it meant And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows And you want to phone your mother and say "Mother, I can never come home again Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere Somewhere in a field in Hampshire" Alright In the middle of the night, it feels alright But then tomorrow morning Oh then you come down Oh then you come down What if you never come down?