Writers: leo sayer & david courtney

I'm leaving the smog below me now
I'm leaving my troubles on the ground
I'm watching those smokestacks just blaze away
The sky will be blue never grey

The future is filled with wasted time
I can't see the road -- I'm going blind
I'm laughing at all of my future plans
Shining like gold in my hands

Isn't it funny how you reach me
You know exactly what I'm thinking
You're always helping me from sinking
It's your way

Hello, this is london calling -- is my flight due
Hello, is there someway I can reach you
Isn't it funny how you call me
You call me up while I am sleeping
You're always helping me from sinking -- it's your way

Now this is the end of all my dreams
The drumming has stopped behind my ears
There's no looking back now -- I'm too far away
I'm shaking like mad in a daze. . .

Then out of the night you join me here
The people around me, they disappear
And I hear your voice, and you speak to my eyes
And everything comes alive