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
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 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 the 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 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 wash me up off the Westway