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Through clear skies tracking lightly from far down the line
No fanfare, just a blip on the screen
No quick conclusions now --- everything will be fine
Short-circuit glitsch and not what it seems
Fylingdale flyer --- you're only half way there
Green screen liar ---
For a second or so we were running scared

On late shift, feeling drowsy eyes glued to the display
Dead cert alert, lit match to the straw
One last quick game of bowls --- we can still win the day
Fail-safe; forget the things that you saw

They checked the systems through and they read a-o.k.
Some tiny fuse has probably blown
Sit back; relax and soon it will just go away
Keep your hands off that red telephone

Spring light in a hazy may
And a man with a gun at the door
Someone's crawling on the roof above ---
All the media here for the show
I've been waiting for our friends to come
Like spiders down ropes to free-fall
A thirty round clip for a visiting card ---
Admit one to the embassy ball

Caught in the crossfire on princes gate avenue
In go the windows and out go the lights
Call me a doctor. fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight

I'm just a soul with an innocent face ---
A regular boy dressed in blue
Conducting myself in a proper way
As befitting the job that i do
They came down on me like a ton of bricks
Swept off my feet, knocked about
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out

Calm reason floats from the street below
And the slow fuse burns through the night
Everyone's tried to talk it through
But they can't seem to get the deal right
Somewhere there are brownings in a two-hand hold ---
Cocked and locked, one up the spout
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out

Met a man just the other day ---
Said his name was jim. boy, won't you take a look!
Got a car for you --- it's a real steal
Cleaned it right down --- new brakes, clutch and here's the hook
Yes, it's a 4.w.d. (low ratio)

Cash to jim. i took it home
Through the deep mud. plugged happy as a boy in sand
Fitted wide tyres, spotlight, a winch as well
And some brush bars up front to complete the plan
Now it's really a 4.w.d. (low ratio)

Take you down to the edge of town
Where the road stops, we start to hold the ground
Well, i'm blessed! got traction in a special way
Hold the roll bar, slide back, feel me pull it round
Let me show you my 4.w.d. (low ratio)

Tomorrow is the one day i would change for a monday
With freezing rains melting and no trains running
And sad eyes passing in windows flimsy
And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching
Got passport, credit cards, a plane that i'm catching
Black sunday falls one day too soon

The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly
My suitcases simply too full for the closing
Of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry
Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random ---
No sign of sales-persons to whom i might hand them
Black sunday falls one day too soon

And down at the airport are probably waiting
A few thousand passengers, overbooked seating
Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas ---
Connections broken and special branch waiting
Conspicuously standing in holiday clothing
Black sunday falls one day too soon

Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy
Down to the gate with the old mood upon me
Get out and chase the small immortality
Born in the minute of my next returning
Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning
Homecoming one day too soon

And back at the house there's a grey sky a-tumbling
Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling
Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing
Notepaper scribbles i read unbelieving
Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving
...one day too soon

Six o'clock in the morning
Wake up by the bed
There sits a japanese toy
And i like it
See the name on the wrapping
Can't read yet but i know
It's made for me (lucky boy)
And i want it
Lights that flash, wheels that go round
Digital display
Fresh silicon chips to enjoy
And i need them
(where's the batteries?)
Sitting silent and empty
Wish i could breathe life
In my new friend who's terribly still
And i like him
Just like me. p'rhaps he's hungry.
Six volts make him smile
And twelve volts would probably kill
How i like him
Daddy, where's the batteries
I can't find my batteries
(there's no batteries)
Seven o'clock in the morning
They find me by the bed
With my friend the japanese toy
I am with him
Mummy, daddy --- can't see you,
Hear you. batteries not
Included in this little boy
(where's my batteries?)