He Thought Of Cars

MoscowÂ’s still red, the young manÂ’s dead
Gone to heaven instead
The evening news says he was confused

The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
TheyÂ’ve come to save us
The space invaders are here

He thought of cars
And where, where to drive them
And who to drive there with
But there, there was no-one, no-one

ThereÂ’s panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go up into the blue
But thereÂ’s a ten year queue

Columbia is in top gear
It shouldnÂ’t snow this time of year
AmericaÂ’s shot sheÂ’s gone and done the lot

He thought of planes
And where, where to fly to
And who to fly there with
But there, there was no-one, no-one