7Desert Island Disc
©2003 Gibbens/Weston

Here’s a dark and friendly lady
Asking me to be her baby
And here’s a famous friend of mine
Telling me I’m feeling fine
Even though I’m all alone,
Up on the seventeenth floor,
Shipwrecked behind a locked door,
Marooned in the blue
And waiting for you
To drop me a line
And tell me that I’m saved
From this desert island
In the radio waves.

Your lover man, your unsteady boyfriend
Is standing at the window at his wits’ end,
To the sound of the noise of the capital,
The charts and the ads and the phone-ins
And the evening traffic droning,
Calling your name out above it all,
Up on the seventeenth floor,
Shipwrecked behind a locked door,
Marooned in the blue
And waiting for you
To drop me a line
And tell me that I’m saved
From this desert island
In the radio waves.