A shoot up in the blue, blue sky
How'd they get that way inclined
There's no lighthouse on no more
No safety valve to ask why
Hold on, be strong
They hold you under
I can't hear you sing no more
As lonely as a train can be
When you're stuck in peak-hour dreams
Crossed lines and missed love calls
How to wreck your working day
Writer(s): Ben Charles Nash
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