B F# E C# Hey Jean misses Henry McLean anʼ I finished my beautiful flying machine B F# Anʼ Iʼm ringing to say that Iʼm leaving E C# Anʼ maybe youʼd like to fly with me and hide with me baby B F# E C# Isnʼt it strange how little we change, isnʼt it sad weʼre insane B F# Playing the game that we know ends in tears E C# The game weʼve been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands Fm G# Jumps into his cosmic flyer, pulls his plastic collar higher C# C Light the fuse and stand well back, he cried, this is my last goodbye C# F# Point me at the sky and let it fly C# F# Point me at the sky and let it fly C# F# G# Point me at the sky and let it fly.... B F# E C# And if you survive ʼtill two thousand and five I hope youʼre exceedingly thin B F# For if you are stout you will have to breathe out E C# While the people around you breathe in, breathe in, breathe in Fm G# People pressing on my sides is something that I hate C# C And so is sitting down to eat with only little capsules on my plate C# F# Point me at the sky and let it fly C# F# Point me at the sky and let it fly C# F# G# Point me at the sky and let it fly...
