Out of the past and into your future comes this news And the news is Public Service Broadcasting A bright new era dawning The vivid, pulsating miracle that gives substance to shadow Who knows what miracles are yet to come It’s tiring always stretching up for something that is just out of reach, but I’ll get it After all, what I want isn’t as easy as all that Two very small men cutting steps in the roof of the world Public Service Broadcasting They say something about the spirit of our own time Something that will still be worth saying a hundred years hence Trains from Bristol, Cardiff, Manchester, Stoke, Liverpool and Birmingham bring a thousand bags of mail to the north I tried to warn you now
It’s the end this time I’m sorry; I was telling people to shut up talking What I mean to say is There’s nothing between us and heaven Nothing at all
C’mon, I’ll give you a real ride Here we go again I believe in this world to come, I think it’s gonna be a pretty good world Public Service Broadcasting