There were bright skies in my city today
Everything was sinking, said rain 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 its magic arrows hitting the bull,
Doing 180 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's not lost, it's in you
On a permanent basis I apologise
But I am going to sing

Hallelujah, singing out loud, and sing it to you
Am I lost out at sea, til a tide wash me up off the Westway