crowded house
transit lounge
Talk to her That’s right It could mean more than you think Talk to her That’s right You don’t have to lose a thing Take a satellite You could make her happy again Dream about The time She threw the dinner at you And in the coconut grove You can’t imagine the scene Another We’re still waiting to leave Talk to her That’s nice Or you could make a murder begin Dream on her That’s right Once more, you could be her friend Well, she’s the only one you know Where you from and where you been Think about The time She wants to make it in your head I spent a lot of time In the transit lounge And I wasn’t sure Where I was going now Plenty hours spent Was yesterday’s news Not 100% sure What I did with my shoes Lying on the floor Of the transit lounge There’ll be no announcements made You better make sure You don’t sleep too sound There’ll be no announcements made There’ll be no announcements made Dream about The things You’d like to do before you die Wonder all The one Still waiting for his moment to shine And all the stupid things I said Still haunt you, still linger I guess And in the coconut grove You can’t imagine the scene And now the truck unloads We’re still waiting to leave The camera flash goes off See the tallest man alive In time, I fall at his feet Before this long plane ride