Texty: Leo Sayer. Just A Boy. Telepath.

(Leo Sayer / David Courtney)

I'm leaving the smog below me now
I'm leaving my troubles on the ground
I'm watching those smokestacks just blaze away
The sky will be blue never grey
The future is filled with wasted time
I can't see the road
I'm going blind
I'm laughing at all of my future plans
Shining like gold in my hand
Isn't it funny how you reach me
You know exactly what I'm thinking
You're always helping me from sinking
It's your way
Hello, this is London calling
Is my flight due
Hello, Is there someway I can reach you
Isn't it funny when you call me
You call me up while I'm sleeping
You're always helping me from sinking
It's your way
Now this is the end of all my dreams
The drumming has stopped behind my ears
There's no looking back
'Cos I'm too far away
I'm shaking like mad in a daze
Then out of the night you join me here
The people around me, they disappear
And I hear your voice and you speak to my eyes
And every thing comes alive
Isn't it funny how you read me
You know exactly what I'm thinking
You're always helping me from sinking
It's your own way, it's your way, it's your way
Hello, this is London calling
Is my flight due
Hello, Is there someway I can reach you
I said Hello, Hello, this is London calling
Is my flight due
Hello, Hello, Is there someway I can reach you
Isn't it funny how you reach me
You call me up when I am sleeping
You're always helping me from sinking
It's your way
It's your way
It's your way