Flying North Lyrics - Thomas Dolby

Metal bird dip wing of fire 

Whose airlanes comb dark Earth 

The poles are tethers we were born in 

On the brink of a whole new deal 

On the floor of a Pan-Am bar 

I'm staring right into the light 

And I'm drawn in like a moth 

And I'm flying North again... 

Here come the men in suits 

Papers waving in the runway glare 

Lincoln steaming in the chilly air of the morning 

At the end of a double day 

At the back of an airport lounge 

I'm staring down into the cold 

And I'm worn out like a cloth 

And I'm flying North again tonight 

Flying North 

Down with the landing gear 

Up goes the useless prayer 

The poles are tethers we were born in 

Now I'm back in the London night 

On a bench in a launderette 

I'm staring right into my face 

And I'm drawn out like a plot 

And I'm flying North again tonight