Hey, Eugene,
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flyingmachine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe

You'd like tofly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
How little wechange
Isn't it sad we're insane
Playing the games that we know and intears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and....

Pointing to the cosmic glider
"Pull this plastic gliderhigher
Light the fuse and stand right back"
He cried "This is my lastgood-bye."

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

And if you survivetill two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you arestout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathein

People pressing on might say
It's something that I hate tosay
I'm slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on mybrain

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

And all we've got to say toyou is good-bye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it'sgood-bye
Nobody cry, it's good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash,good-bye...