Under the Westway / Intermission

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.
Upon the westway
Where I stood watching comets, lonesome trails.
Shining up above me the jet flew, 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 it's magic arrows hitting the Bull
Doing one eighty; 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 apologize
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 washes me up off the westway.