Under The Westway (Early Version*)

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 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 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's 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