Point Me at the Sky - 2016 Remastered Version

Hey, Eugene
 This is Henry McClean
 And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
 And I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving
 And maybe you'd like to fly with me
 And hide with me, baby
 Isn't it strange
 How little we change
 Isn't it sad we're insane
 Playing the games that we know and in tears
 The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and -
 Pointing to the cosmic glider
 Pull this plastic glider higher
 Light the fuse and stand right back
 He cried "This is my last good-bye"
 Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
 Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
 Point me at the sky and tell it fly
 And if you survive till 2005
 I hope you're exceedingly thin
 For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
 While the people around you breathe in, breath in, breath in, breath in
 People pressing on might say
 It's something that I hate to say
 I'm slipping down to eat the ground
 A little refuge on my brain
 Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
 Point me at the sky and tell it fly (point me at the sky and tell it fly)
 Point me at the sky and tell it fly
 And all we've got to say to you is good-bye
 It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye
 (Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye) nobody cry, it's good-bye
 Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
 Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
 Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
 Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
 Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye
 Fly, fly, fly, fly, good-bye