Did you really believe It would be A different voice it Inevitably Will all come down to one of two choices So come on now we've got our sides to pick There's the shining ocean And there's Old Nick But I don't like hellfire And you get seasick
And, oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes now darling Oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes free falling Oh, you and me, you and me and that old glass ceiling And the radio, the saviours and all
There's cracks in the road There's a pact Between the ozone and the tarmac Its closing time And the drunks Sing some stray lines of Bacharach Its too late now to even out the score As you drain the glass and raise your hand for more So I'll take cover while you just take the floor
Singing oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes now darling Oh here it comes, here it comes, here it comes free falling Oh you and me, you and me and that old glass ceiling And the radio, the saviours and all And the radio, the saviours and all
Baby, is it drama? Is it comedy? You know my character witness just went down for perjury Any-one else got any good ideas Or will we just lay low until the black smoke clears?
And, oh here it comes, here it comes, here it comes now darling Oh here it comes, here it comes, here it comes free falling Oh you and me, you and me and that old glass ceiling And the radio, the saviours and all And the radio, the saviours and all Said the radio, the saviours and all