Point me at the sky Sözleri

Hey Jean

This is Henry McCLean

An' I'v finished my beautiful flying machine

An' I'm ringing to say

Ahat I'm leaving An' 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 end in tears,

The games we've been playing

For thousands and thousands and thousands

Jumped into his cosmic flyer,

"pull this plastic glider higher

Light the fuse and stand well back," he cried,

"this is my last goodbye"

Point me at the sky and let it fly

Point me at the sky and let it fly

Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five

I hope you're exceedingly thin

For if you are stout you will have to breathe out

While the people around you breathe in (breathe in... breathe in... breathe in...)

People pressing on my sides is something that I hate

And so is sitting down to eat with only refuse on my plate

Point me at the sky and let it fly

And all we've got to say to you is goodbye