Hey, Eugene
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving
And maybe you'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby
Isn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know and in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and -
Pointing to the cosmic glider
Pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back
He cried "This is my last good-bye"
Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
And if you survive till 2005
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in, breath in, breath in, breath in
People pressing on might say
It's something that I hate to say
I'm slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on my brain
Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
And all we've got to say to you is good-bye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye
(Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye) nobody cry, it's good-bye
Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye