Under The Westway 



There were blue skies in my city today

Everything 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 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 dream

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 flags 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