Saviours and All

Did you really believe
It would be a different voice, it
Inevitably
Will all come down to one of two choices
So come on now, we’ve got our sides to pick
There’s the shining ocean, and there’s Old Nick
But I don’t like hellfire and you get seasick
And, oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes now, darling
Oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes free falling
Oh, you and me, you and me and that old glass ceiling
And the radio, the saviours and all
There’s cracks in the road
There’s a pact between the ozone and the tarmac
It’s closing time
And the drunks sing some stray lines of Bacharach
It’s too late now to even out the score
You drain the glass and raise your hand for more
So I’ll take cover while you just take the floor
Singing oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes now darling
Oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes free falling
Oh, you and me, you and me and that old glass ceiling
And the radio, the saviours and all
And the radio, the saviours and all
Baby, is it drama? Is it comedy?
You know my character witness just went down for perjury
Anyone else got any good ideas
Or will we just lay low until the black smoke clears?
And, oh here it comes, here it comes, here it comes now darling
Oh, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes free falling
Oh you and me, you and me and that old glass ceiling
And the radio, the saviours and all
And the radio, the saviours and all
Said the radio, the saviours and all