(Ferry)

Here in the hush of evening
On a night in June
Overhearing conversations
Baying at the moon
Suddenly a voice I'm hearing
Sweet to my ear
This is tomorrow calling
Wishin` you were here
Laying in my hotel bedroom
Feeling ceiling blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitching
Clearly not a muse
Then flashing through the interference
Beams a thousand tunes
This is tomorrow calling
What have I to lose?
Trucking by the railway station
I'm on the road again
Steering clear of all temptation
Unto the point of pain
When steaming through on cue
I hear that wailing whistle blow
If this is tomorrow calling
Oh what a way to go!
Day to day you live old fashioned
Hi-toned, fancy free
A double take, an image-spitting
Tailored to a T
While history is telling you
The same old thing
This is tomorrow calling
Let's stick a new oar in
This is tomorrow calling
Come on
Come on in