In his imagination
hes flying high
His thoughts are wings
taking him up
into the sky
In his imagination
hes anywhere
When he floats back down to earth
he doesnt want to live there
Tonight hes working the midnight shift
arriving at ten
learning how slowly 12 can turn
into 7 am
Hes up to his eyes
in stuff hell despise
the same as every weekday
But inside his head
hes easily led
and in his imagination
hes flying away
In his imagination
hes flying away
In his imagination
He tells me his mother says
he should be glad to be employed
unlike so many young folk today
but hes not exactly overjoyed
Hes up to his eyes
in stuff hell despise
the same as every weekday
But inside his head
hes easily led
and in his imagination
hes flying away
In his imagination
hes flying away
In his imagination
Monday evening
I see hes back with a smile on his face
Says hes had a call from London
and been offered a place
Hes leaving next week
the futures not bleak
hes going to be an artist
Hes got an idea
could be a career
He knows hes one of the smartest
Flying away
through his imagination
Hes flying away
in his imagination
Hes flying away
In his imagination
Hes flying away
in his imagination