Flyingdale Flyer

Through clear skies tracking lightly from far down the line No fanfare, just a blip on the screen No quick conclusions now-- everything will be fine Short-circuit glitsch and not what it seems Flyingdale flyer-- you're only half way there Green screen liar-- for a second or so we were running scared On late shift, feeling drowsy-- eyes glued to the display Dead cert alert, lit match to the straw One last quick game of bowls-- we can still win the day Fail-safe; forget the thing that you saw They checked the systems through and they read A- O.K. Some tiny fuse has probably blown Sit back; relax and soon it will just go away Keep your hands off that red telephone