thom yorke
jetstream
This is a free seat Which way you heading? You keep pushing and you keep pushing Between the whipcrack and the moonbeams I said coachman where we heading?  the gleaming teeth  Of the inbetween I can hear some people laughing Is this a stitch up I am not willing So I am turning you off and then I'm counting  I regret I turn the clock back To where I wasn't taken in I jump out of the window And get lost in a jetstream  this is a ghost coach That we are riding Damp decay and splintering Between the whipcrack and the moonbeams I can hear some people laughing  we need a rubber man We need a stretchy man I'm not sure I am welcome  you are a fool And this is over Over the cliffs of dover  I regret I turn the clock back To where I wasn't taken in I jump out of a window And get lost in a jetstream  you're beautiful Until I get close You have the eyes of a mountain goat A coat of mildew A bad smell And the strap broke in my hand  now I wanna turn back I wanna turn back Turn back I wanna turn back I wanna turn back Turn back Turn back I wanna turn back  you need a rubber man You need a stretchy man You need a rubber man You need a stretchy man  I wanna turn back I'm on my back Turn back 