Under the Westway

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 and the whole world gone

Fallen under the spell of the 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 180, still standing the last call

When the flag's 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