booked a flight to Heathrow/if it ever clears i'm taking a chance on the weather leave the runway/raise the gear it's taking a turn for the better so turn your radio on/turn your radio loud i'm coming over the air/then i'm going to ground so c'mon give it a spin/hear me coming around and i can't keep my heart/from falling apart so i'm leaving it behind right here with you and i'll be keeping my hands to myself like we planned but every London lover thinks she's an exception to the rule did you get my postcard/wish you were here it's hard to tell your signal from the static and i think your satellite/has left the atmosphere tell Mission Control it's time to panic so turn your radio on/turn your radio loud i'm coming over the air/then i'm going to ground so c'mon give it a spin/hear me coming around and i can't keep my heart/from falling apart so i'm leaving it behind right here with you and i'll be keeping my hands to myself if i can but every London lover thinks she's an exception to the rule at the seat of the empire/where the sun never sets i'm surrounded by redcoats/smoking French cigarettes this flag that i'm flying/is drawing enemy fire and i could use reinforcements 'cause i've caught them coming through your wires and i can't keep my heart/from falling apart so i'm leaving it behind right here with you and i'll be keeping my hands to myself if i can but every London lover thinks she's an exception to the rule