Beneath the stars there are the bars
That serve the bitter drink . . .
The barman smiles at me,
His wife she gives a secret wink . . .
They listen patiently to me, my story I unfold . . .
I see their faces change,
The lights go dim, I'm losing hold . . .
I used to be a boy,
My heart was young and supple then . . .
But now it's stoney cold,
I'm old and I could use a friend . . .
My world is not like yours,
I come from somewhere long ago . . .
But now there's no way back,
You can leave me in the air-age if you like . . .
But I'd dearly love to go back
To my own time . . .

Life in the air-age, isn't all the brochures say . . .
Life in the air-age, it's to dangerous to stay . . .
Life in the air-age, airships crashing everyday into the bay
Life in the air-age, it's all highways in the sky . . .
Life in the air-age, all the oceans have run dry . . .
Life in the air-age, it's grim enough to make a robot cry . . .