Writers: leo sayer & david courtney



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




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