Five Miles High - Hugh Cornwell

There’s a man holding onto a baby and it’s screaming out your name

There’s one or two uptight women on this brand new plane

Been held up in the frost in Moscow and I’m getting out fast

Been deiced from my tail to my mast

Five miles high and heading for you x 2

It seems that the longer you go for the crazier I get

It always seems to happen and I’ve not been wrong yet

My tank is overfull and my course has been set

It’s what you could call a maiden flight with no safety net

Five miles high and heading for you x 2

I’m up front surrounded by the chinese eyes

But I’m holding out until I feel the thunder thighs

First thing I get to do when I get to see to your lively mind

Is get upstairs in the hirise horse race and I’ll be betting blind

Five miles high x 3

Heading for you

Getting more exotic every minute that we fly east

Feeling kinda seasick at the very least

There’s lots of water flowed by since you’ve been gone

There ain’t no-one to touch you know where you belong

Five miles high and heading for you x 2