I was talking to barry who says there's a change in the air

He's just found a magic kite that can fly him anywhere

He leans on his window as the trash daytime radio plays

He's got all the shelter he needsand heaven gets closer everyday



I got a postcard from mandy; the farmers are bringing in the hay

Our friends will be home in the morningand heaven gets closer... everyday



We don't think too much about a crisis in the west

Because it couldn't happen here again and anyway; all men are equally blessed

They say a war is coming but it all seems so far away

Because where we live the sun shinesand heaven gets closer everyday



I got a postcard from mandy; the farmers are bringing in the hay

Our friends will be home in the morningand heaven gets closer... everyday



I got a letter from london; tanks are rolling over the hay

Soldiers will be here in the morningand heaven gets closer...