smoking like it's going out of style
spoken like a truly broken record on high speed
driving blind
isn't half as hard as flying high

it's dreamtime again
can you hear the sirens on the wind?
one day you'll get used to them
but until then (would you)

please wake up
i think you've had enough
of sleep with no sign
of waking to find
it was all a dream
you don't mean it's done

either way your sticky situation gets more stuck
fate's too late
karma's paid
but i am out of luck so

dream on my friend
they're never gonna beam our song again
unless the satellite chimes in
but until then would you

please wake up
i think you've had enough
of sleep with no sign
of waking to find
it was all a dream
you don't mean it's done

it's dreamtime again
the sirens won't be beaming songs again
unless that satellite can swim
but that might never happen
knowing him

so here's where the story ends
and fear scares us into giving in
or are we just beginning again
every year?

help me i'm floating away into a deep sleep
kind of waking space
it's way out there, where, i can't say
but i'm near

come back at least pretend
you're not trapped
between the start and the end
of everywhere
just go where the air gets clear

soon you'll come to your senses
and you'll open up your beautiful eyes
i'll be waiting outside
with arms out wide
ready to take you home
to your brand new life

i'm asking you to rise up
and get to your station
we have to catch you up
and keep you alive
or we'll never know why
we never said goodbye