Vela, don't blow away The harbour's out of sight You're not the farthest point of light So shine your wondrous cosmic kite Vela triangulates positions in the night Before the ocean turns to ice Before the storm charges the price Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... Ahhh, ahh, ahh, oooh. Won't you turn on the radio Won't you turn on the radio Vela illuminates Speak me tongues of old Through a Red Sea Moses strolled But now the reckless waves control Vela, the story states you lead us to the shore And then a funfair shall be born So Vela, what's the rainpour for? Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... (What's the rain pour for?) Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... (What's the rain pour for?) Ahhh, ahh, ahh, oooh. (What's the rain pour for?) Won't you turn on the radio Won't you turn on the radio Won't you turn on the radio Won't you turn on the radio Vela, don't blow away Vela, don't blow away