Skipping the Distance

Waiting in the afterglow
An aurora fading quickly in the sky
Bearing magnetic north
As the distance unfold and time ticks by
But my heading remains constant
As the Tropics and the latitudes spin round

Not held down by gravity
Surfing radio waves like breakers on the tide
I'm in touch with my A.M. pulse
Long after all the rest of me expires
And I become new modulation
As the skip distance grows wilder on every bound

Yes it's some life I'm living!
A hundred miles up there!

Through aerials, on the tired ground
It's a modest life here tied down to the Earth
But i'm thinking head up in the clouds
Forgetting where I came from in rebirth
And I'm scot-free, in the atmosphere
There's no-one who can ever hold me down

And it's some life we're living!
A hundred miles up there!
The pull's already caught us
We're at home in the upper air