Telepath Leo Sayer

I'm leaving the smog below me now
I'm leaving my troubles on the ground
I'm watching those smokestacks just blaze away
The sky will be blue never grey

The future is filled with wasted time
I can't see the road -- I'm going blind
I'm laughing at all of my future plans
Shining like gold in my hands

Isn't it funny how you reach me
You know exactly what I'm thinking
You're always helping me from sinking
It's your way

Hello, this is London calling -- is my flight due
Hello, is there someway I can reach you
Isn't it funny when you call me
You call me up while I am sleeping
You're always helping me from sinking -- it's your way

Now this is the end of all my dreams
The drumming has stopped behind my ears
There's no looking back 'cause I'm too far away
Shaking like mad in a daze