Fylingdale Flyer lyrics

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
Fylingdale 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 things 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