I`m leaving the smog below me now I`m leaving my troubles on the ground I`m watching those smokestacks just blaze away The sky will be blue never grey
The future is filled with wasted time I can`t see the road -- I`m going blind I`m laughing at all of my future plans Shining like gold in my hands
Isn`t it funny how you reach me You know exactly what I`m thinking You`re always helping me from sinking It`s your way
Hello, this is London calling -- is my flight due Hello, is there someway I can reach you Isn`t it funny how you call me You call me up while I am sleeping You`re always helping me from sinking -- it`s your way
Now this is the end of all my dreams The drumming has stopped behind my ears There`s no looking back now -- I`m too far away I`m shaking like mad in a daze. . .
Then out of the night you join me here The people around me, they disappear And I hear your voice, and you speak to my eyes And everything comes alive