Texty: Hugh Cornwell. Five Miles High.

There's a man holding onto a baby and it's screaming out your name
There's one or two uptight women on this brand new aeroplane
Been held up in the frost in Moscow but I'm getting out fast
Deiced from my tail to my mast

I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you
I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you

It seems the longer you go for the crazier I get
It always seems to happen, I've not been wrong yet
My tank is overfull and my course has been set
It's what you could call a maiden flight with no safety net, no

I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you
I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you

I'm up front surrounded by the Chinese eyes
I just can't wait until I feel your thunder thighs
First thing I get to do when I see your lively mind
Is get upstairs in the hi rise horse race and I'll be betting blind

I'm five miles high, I'm five miles high
I'm five miles high, heading for you

It's getting more exotic every minute that we fly east
Kinda feeling kinda seasick at the very least
There's lots of water flowed by since you've been gone
There still no one to touch you, you know where you belong

I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you
I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you
I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you
I'm five miles high, I'm heading for you
I'm heading for you, I'm heading for you