There were blue skies in my city today
Said snow would come on Sunday
The old school was due and the traffic grew
Where I stood watching comets lonesome trails
Shining up above me the jet fuel it fell
Down to earth where the money always comes first
Bring us the day they switch off the machines
'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreams
An automated song and the whole world gone
Fallen under the spell of the distance between us when we communicate
Somewhere they're out in space
It depends how you're wired when the night's on fire
Now it's magic arrows hitting the bull
Doing one eighty still standing at last call
On a permanent basis I apologize