We're flying in tomorrow and we're all London-bound.
And down below the sailors go, they pass without a sound.
And where we are among the stars. There is no way of knowin'.
So, spend a day up in the air between the comin' and the goin'.
Above the wide Atlantic, above our sea are clouds.
In empty blue I think of you, of what we had and held.
That love we claimed has changed its name and we knew it once so well.
And it's a sorry purgatory, neither heaven or hell.
And I wonder how I found myself. So high above the ground
and the night behind just marking time 'til morning comes around.
And will the light that shines so bright show the way back home?
Or will the skies but … … … turn my heart to stone?
And where we are among the stars. There is no way of knowin'.
So, spend a day up in the air between the comin' and the goin'.