I LOVE YOU AT 200,000 FEET

AU RESERVOIR, EARTH!
AU RESERVOIR!

This ain't the age of the train
Ain't even the age of the aeroplane
So hot in our ship and the atmosphere's changing
I can almost see your aura, rearranging
Together, like children, strapped in our seats
I love you at 200,000 feet.

Strapped in our seats and so helpless together
We're high above everything even the weather
The storm clouds below us and the dark and the drizzle
The storm's boring shadows, the Victorian piddle
We're so high above the A-roads and the B-roads and the streets
Oh I love you at 200,000 feet.

Switch off all controls, to guide us home
I’ve never been a praying man, I know we’re quite alone
If this should be our last day then it's just the perfect way
We're gonna die like spacemen now and that's OK.

So it's gudbuy t' Charmane and her Glasgow nights
And to all the Shiner-givers and the Boy Ain't Right
Bent Penny and O' Grady and his ruined life
No more Casey's grave, or Warhol's grave, or Readers Wifes
Earth- people are just broken toys and soiled sheets
Oh, I love you at 200, 000 feet.

AU RESERVOIR, EARTH!