Late Home Tonight, Pt. I lyrics

[Verse 1]

Standing at the window

A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire

Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea

She doesn't see

The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings

Doesn't hear the engine sing

[Verse 2]

But the cockpit's techno glow

Behind the Ray-Ban shine

The kid from Cleveland

In the comfort of routine

Scans his dials and smiles

Secure in the beauty of military life

[Verse 3]

There is no right nor wrong

Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs

And blue skies and flight, flight, flight

The beauty of military life

No questions, only orders and flight, only flight

[Verse 4]

(Oh) What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream

(Ooh) The eternal child leafs through his

War magazines

And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion and

Change into the total entertainment

Combat video game

(Oh) And up here in the stands

(Ooh) The fans are goin' wild

The cheerleaders flip

When you wiggle your hip

And we all like the bit when you take

The jeans from the refrigerator and

Then the bad guy gets hit

(Oh) And were you struck by the satisfying

(Ooh) Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin

Like BB gun days

When knives pierce autumn leaves

But that's okay see the children bleed

It'll look great on the TV

[Verse 5]

And in Tripoli another ordinary wife

Stares at the dripping tap her old man hadn't

Time to fix

Too busy mixing politics and rhythm

In the street below