In his imagination - Pet Shop Boys

In his imagination

He’s flying high

His thoughts are wings

Taking him up

Into the sky

In his imagination

He’s anywhere

When he floats back down to earth

He doesn’t want to live there

Tonight he’s working the midnight shift

Arriving at ten

Learning how slowly 12 can turn

Into 7 am

He’s up to his eyes

In stuff he’ll despise

The same as every weekday

But inside his head

He’s easily led

And in his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination

He tells me his mother says

He should be glad to be employed

Unlike so many young folk today

But he’s not exactly overjoyed

He’s up to his eyes

In stuff he’ll despise

The same as every weekday

But inside his head

He’s easily led

And in his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination

Monday evening

I see he’s back with a smile on his face

Says he’s had a call from London

And been offered a place

He’s leaving next week

The future’s not bleak

He’s going to be an artist

He’s got an idea

Could be a career

He knows he’s one of the smartest

Flying away

Through his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination

He’s flying away

In his imagination