Under the Westway
There were blue skies in my city todayEv'rything was sinkingSaid snow would come on SundayThe old school was due and the traffic grewUpon the WestwayWhere I stood watching comets lonesome trailsShining up above me the jet fuel it fellDown to earth where the money always comes firstAnd the sirens sing
Bring us the day they switch off the machines'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreamsAn automated song and the whole world goneFallen under the spell of the distance between us when we communicateStill picking up shortwaveSomewhere they're out in spaceIt depends how you're wired when the night's on fireUnder the Westway
Now it's magic arrows hitting the bullDoing one eighty still standing at last callWhen the flags coming downAnd the Last Post soundsJust like a love songFor the way I feel about youParadise not lost it's in youOn a permanent basis I apologizeBut I am going to sing
HallelujahSing it out loud and sing it to youAm I lost out at sea'Til a tide wash me up off the Westway