Pink Floyd > Point Me At The Sky

Hey, eugene,
This is henry mcclean
And ive finished my beautiful flying machine
And im ringing to say
That im leaving and maybe
Youd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isnt it strange
How little we change
Isnt it sad were insane
Playing the games that we know and in tears
The games weve been playing for thousands and thousands and ....

Pointing to the cosmic glider
"pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back"
He cried "this is my last good-bye."

Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope youre exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in

People pressing on might say
Its something that i hate to say
Im slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on my brain

Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly
Point me at the sky and tell it fly

And all weve got to say to you is good-bye
Its time to go, better run and get your bags, its good-bye
Nobody cry, its good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye...