Under the Westway

         There were blue skies in my city today       Ev'ry thing was sinking said snow would come on Sunday  The old school was due and the traffic grew     Up on the Westway Where I stood watching comets on their 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  'Cos 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 shortwave 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 180 still standing at last call  When the flag's 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.