Moscow’s still red, the young man’s dead
Gone to heaven instead
The evening news says he was confused

The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They’ve come to save us
The space invaders are here

He thought of cars
And where, where to drive them
And who to drive there with
But there, there was no-one, no-one

There’s panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go up into the blue
But there’s a ten year queue

Columbia is in top gear
It shouldn’t snow this time of year
America’s shot she’s gone and done the lot

He thought of planes
And where, where to fly to
And who to fly there with
But there, there was no-one, no-one