"Climbing up on Solsbury Hill, I could see the city light. Wind was blowing, time stood still. Eagle flew out of the night. He was something to observe. Came in close, I heard a voice. Standing stretching every nerve, Had to listen had no choice. I did not believe the information. I just had to trust imagination. My heart going boom boom boom. "Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home.""