T here were blue skies i n my city today
E v'ry thing was sinking said snow would c ome on Sunday
The old school was due and t he traffic grew
Up on t he Westway
Where I stood watching comets on thei r lonesome trails
S hining up above m e the jet fue l it fell
D own to Ear th where the money alw ays comes first
A nd the sirens sing
B ring us the day th ey switch off the mach ines
' Cos men in yellow jackets p utting adverts inside m y dreams
An aut omated song an d the whole world gone
F allen under the spell of the
D istance betwe en us when we communicate
S till picking up shortwa ve somewhere t hey're out in space
It d epends how you're wired when the night's on fire
U nder the Westway
Now it's magic arrows hitting the bull
D oing 180 sti ll standi ng at last call
When the flag's coming down and th e Last Post sounds
J ust like a love song
F or the way I feel ab out you
P aradise not lost i t's in you
On a perm anent basis I apologise
B ut I am going to sing
Ha llelu jah
S ing it out loud and sing it to you
Am I lost out at sea ' til a tide wash me
U p off the Westway.