It was a bright day in my city today. Everything was sinking. Says snow would come on Sunday. The old school would do. And the traffic grew. Upon the Westway. Where I sat 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. So give us the day they switch off the machines. 'Cause men in yellow jackets. Putting adverts inside my dreams. And all the ladies saw. The whole world gone. Fallen under the spell. Of the distance between us when we comunicate. Still picking up shockwaves. Somewhere far out in space. It depends how you wive. When the heart's on fire. Under the Westway. Give me magic here in the city the boat. Doing 180. Instead of standing although it's cold. And the flags coming down. The opals sound. Just like a love song. Far away I feel about you. Paradise not lost it's in you. On the permanent races. I apologize. But I am gonna sing. Hallelujah. Singing out loud. And sing it to you all. Am I lost? Let me see. For the black falls burn. And wash me off the Westway