Flying north

Metal bird dip wing of fire
Whose airlanes comb dark Earth
The poles, the tethers we were born in
On the brink of a whole new deal
On the floor of a Pan Am bar
I'm staring right into the lights
And I'm drawn in like a moth
And I'm flying north again

Here come the men in suits
Neighbors waving in the runway glare
Lincoln steaming in the chilly air of the morning
At the end of a double day
At the back of an airport lounge
I'm staring down into the Colt
And I'm worn out like a cloth
And I'm flying north again tonight

Flying north

Down with the landing gear
Up goes the useless prayer
The poles, the tethers we were born in
Now I'm back in the London night
On the bench of a laundrette
And I'm staring right into my face
And I'm drawn out like a plot
And I'm flying north again tonight

Flying north
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Flying North Lyrics

Thomas Dolby – Flying North Lyrics