There are planes coming in
And there`s planes going out
One piece of luggage
Goes around and around
A lady cleans the floors
A night guard checks his watch,
There`s two lonely faces
And one of them`s the clock.
CHORUS
What crumbs of joy can I steal from this day
She didn`t have the time to call me and say,
If the things I`d heard were valid and true
I`ve got everything in the world but you.
Everything in the world but you.
I drive against traffic
People race in to work,
I`ve got this expression
That I know I deserve
The key slides in the lock
Who`s been here in my bed
Who`s been drinking coffee
What`s this paper and pen.
CHORUS
My nerves are ripped to shreds
The phone rings on the floor,
But I can`t pick it up
I can`t take any more
There are planes flying in
And there are planes flying out
I look up to the sky
And I`m left in no doubt.
CHORUS
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