There were blue
skies in my
city today
Everything was
sinking
Said snow would
come on Sunday
The old school
was due and
the traffic grew
Upon the Westway
Where I stood
watching comets
lonesome trails
Shining up above
me the jet fuel
it fell
Down to earth
where the money
always comes first
And the
sirens sing
Bring us the day
they switch off
the machines
'Cause men
in yellow jackets
putting adverts
inside my dreams
An automated song
world gone
Fallen under
the spell of
he distance
between us when
we communicate
Still picking
up shortwave
Somewhere
they're out
in space
It depends how
you're wired
when the night's
on fire
Under the Westway
Now it's magic
arrows hitting
the bull
Doing one eighty
still standing
at last call
When the flags
coming down
And the Last
Post sounds
Just like a
love song
For the way
I feel about you
Paradise not
lost it's in you
On a permanent
basis I apologize
But I am going
to sing
Hallelujah
Sing it out
loud and sing it
to you
Am I lost out
at sea
'Til a tide
wash me up
off the Westway