Point Me at the Sky Lyrics by Pink Floyd











Hey, Eugene, This is Henry McCleanAnd I've finished my beautiful
flying machineAnd I'm ringing to sayThat I'm leaving and maybeYou'd
like to fly with me And hide with me, baby Isn't it strangeHow little
we changeIsn't it sad we're insanePlaying the games that we know and
in tearsThe games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and
....Pointing to the cosmic glider "Pull this plastic glider
higherLight the fuse and stand right back"He cried "This is my last
good-bye."Point me at the sky and tell it flyPoint me at the sky and
tell it flyPoint me at the sky and tell it flyAnd if you survive till
two thousand and five I hope you're exceedingly thinFor if you are
stout you will have to breathe outWhile the people around you breathe
inPeople pressing on might say It's something that I hate to sayI'm
slipping down to eat the groundA little refuge on my brainPoint me at
the sky and tell it flyPoint me at the sky and tell it flyPoint me at
the sky and tell it flyAnd all we've got to say to you is good-byeIt's
time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-byeNobody cry,
it's good-byeCrash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye...

			
		
		
		
		
		



		
				

	
	
  	






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