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 short wave, 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 apologise

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