Experimental Gentlemen Songtext
von Big Big Train

Set a course for the stars...


Farewell, my friends,
taking leave of England
headed due south;
experimental gentlemen.
On the high seas
clear the distance
chase the moon
across the sky; experimental gentlemen.
At the ends of the Earth seeking landfall
the observers and collectors making order of the world.
At the masthead,
crow's nest,
spyglass in hand; experimental gentlemen.
Listen out for
the sound of the waves breaking on a distant shore
at the edge of the known world.
Dare to know,
set a course for the stars, men of reason
making sense of the world and the wonder of it all.
Dare to know
the wonder of it all.