16 Hours
Everything that means the world is half a world away now
looking out a brand new window at the same old sky
And every moment is another moment closer
Closer to you & I
Send me up a signal flare
Fire up the beacon light
Flashing S.O.S. into the distant night
And 16 hours disappear in every second
One voice for two minds and a body opened wide
And every wednesday night is every thursday morning
Closer to you & I
Send me up a signal flare
Fire up the beacon light
Flashing S.O.S. into the distant night
All the time
Getting measured out in dollars and in dimes
Doesn't mean a thing to me
Look to the past and you'll catch me in your reflection
I'll look into the future, catching you in mine
And soon we will be moving int he same direction
Straight back to you & I
Send me up a signal flare
Fire up the beacon light
Flashing S.O.S. into the distant night
(for Angela in New Zealand, December 2001)