On Air

(bairnson)

A boy flies for freedom
But dies for the peace
In the clouds, he waits for an answer
But there's no release

It's strange here without you
And it's so hard to see
So brother up in heaven
Please wait up for me

Oh brother up in heaven
Please wait up for me

I still see his shadow
His laugh lingers on
When i dream, we're all back together
When i wake, he's gone
It's strange here without you
This was not meant to be
So brother up in heaven
Please wait up for me

And though we try to change the world
A flower when it's cut will surely die
So why do men with so much hate
Destroy what they cannot create
While we all stand by

We will look back in anger
But you helped us to see
So brother up in heaven
Please wait up for me

Oh brother up in heaven
Please wait up for me

Vocal niel lockwood
Acoustic guitar ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass ian bairnson
Piano gary sanctuary
The philharmonia orchestra conducted by andrew powell

(dedicated to erik mounsey 1965-1994)

(bairnson)

All along the shoreline
There are footprints by the sea
They head into the distance...
Then they lead right back to me
I made the break to freedom
Now i'm following the dream
You're never going to get here
If you hold the old routine

Now everything we possess
That fills our empty lives
Is only good for leaving far behind

We are blown by the wind
Just like clouds in the sky
We don't know where we're going,
Don't know why
We just ride with the wind
And we'll drive through the rain
We don't where we'll get to
Or if we'll get back again

Call along the valley
And you just may find us there
I couldn't say for certain
Cause we may be anywhere
Head into the sunset
Or just wander out to sea
Wherever your heart leads you
Is the place you're meant to be

And someone who could be impressed
With ordinary lies
Could really use a little peace of mind

We are blown by the wind
Just like clouds in the sky
We don't know where we'll go,
But we'll get by
We just ride with the wind
And we'll drive through the rain
We don't where we'll get to
Or if we'll get back again

Now everything we possess
That fills our empty lives
Is only good for leaving far behind

We are blown by the wind
Just like clouds in the sky
We don't know where we're going,
Don't know why
We just ride with the wind
And we'll drive through the rain
We don't where we'll get to
Or if we'll get back again

Vocals eric stewart
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary

(elliott, english)

Where does a dream belong
Locked in the mind on the edge of time
Like a ship lost in a storm
How do we find the key
Longing to see, through the artist's eye
Maybe only birds can fly

The man must be insane who knows
A mind alive with images so strange
So close but never rode the sky

Watching the birds as they sail on the wind
Trying to figure out the reason why
Picturing wings held together with string
One day to fly

Someone said and i believe
Try if you dare, you can walk on air
A dream is all you need
A circle that takes you high
Lighter than air as the earth goes by
Through a spiral in the sky

The man must be insane who knows
A mind alive with images so strange
So close but never rode the sky

Watching the birds as they sail on the wind
Trying to figure out the reason why
Picturing wings held together with string

Just a charcoal sketch on canvas
Made them laugh but now they see
That the artist had a vision
That the wind could set us free
It's a bridge until tomarrow
Taking us beyond the sun
As the artist paints his picture
The story's just begun

Analyzing, criticizing
Fear of the unknown
Theorizing, visualizing
The road to take us home
If it takes forever
Someone's gonna fly
We may never get to heaven
But still we're gonna try

Watching the birds
As they sail on the wind
One day to fly

Vocals- graham dye
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Piano and keyboards gary sanctuary
The philharmonia orchestra conducted by andrew powell

(elliott, parsons, bairnson)

Vocal john f. kennedy
Guitars ian bairnson
Drum programing stuart elliott
Keyboards gary sanctuary, richard cottle, stuart elliott, and alan parsons

(bairnson)

We say welcome to the mission
Show us all what you can do
We need a man with vision
So we put our trust in you
And now we hope sincerely
That you'll do the best that you can do

Oh for sure it won't be easy
And we will have to risk our lives
Some will try to break us
And cut us down to size
But jsut remember
There can be no consolation prize
Not in our eyes

It's a long way to go
We can't wait one more day
We need someone to light up the way
We may run out of time
Can you hear what we say?
Because heaven is so far away

Although time is getting short
There's still some sand left in the glass
And now we have a living breathing
Rocket man at last
It's time to take a step
And nail our colours to the mast

No more talk of great adventures
When it's movement that we need
It must be our intention
That we never loose the lead
So count us down to zero
And let's get up to speed
We're up and away

It's a long way to go
We can't wait one more day
We need someone to light up the way
We may run out of time
So believe what we say?
Because heaven is so far away

And so now they cry for justice
As if justice will be done
But the eye up in the sky
Was flying to close to the sun
The challenger has fallen
And the race has now been run....

Vocals- christopher cross
Guitars ian bairnson
Drums stuart elliott
Bass john giblin
Keyboards gary sanctuary