Flying North

Flying north

Metal bird dip wing of fire

Whose air lanes comb dark Earth

The poles are tethers we were born in

On the brink of a whole new deal

On the floor of a Pan Am bar

I'm staring right into the light and I'm drawn in like a moth

And I'm flying north again

Here come the men in suits, papers waving in the runway glare

Lincoln steaming in the chilly air of the morning

At the end of a double day, at the back of an airport lounge

I'm staring down into the cold and I'm worn out like a cloth

And I'm flying north again tonight

Flying north

Down with the landing gear, up goes the useless prayer

The poles are tethers we were born in

Now I'm back in the London night (The London night)

On a bench in a launderette (In a launderette)

Well, I'm staring right into my face and I'm drawn out like a plot

And I'm flying north again

Flying north

Flying north