Skipping The Distance

Waiting in the afterglow.

An aurora fading quickly in the sky

Bearing magnetic north

As the distance unfold and time ticks by

Nut my heading remains constant,

As the Tropics and the latitudes spin round.

Not held down by gravity,

Surfing radio waves like breakers on the tide,

I'm in touch with my A.M. pulse,

Long after all the rest of me expires,

And I become new modulation

As the skip distance grows wilder on every bound

Yes it's some life I'm living!

A hundred miles up there!

Through aerials, on the tired ground

It's a modest life here tied down to the Earth

But i'm thinking head up in the clouds,

Forgetting where I came from in rebirth

And I'm scot-free, in the atmosphere,

There's no-one who can ever hold me down

And it's some life we're living!

A hundred miles up there!

The pull's already caught us,

We're at home in the upper air