Passenger plane, cross-continental
Just can't fly to save my life
And all I can say,
I'm half in the bottle,
Your look still cuts me like a knife
But don't call it in,
The day may be done,
Swear that the lamp's been broken,
But still there's a light
Adrift in this state,
I'm damned to wander
Tracing circles in the dust
And hours of late,
I have to wonder,
Does water cleanse the desert rust?
Don't call in it,
The day may be done,
Swear that the lamp's been broken,
But still there's a light
These aren't important things,
They're just my possessions
They don't mean anything,
You can have them
But don't call it in,
The day may be done,
Swear that the lamp's been broken,
But still there's a light
Still there's a light,
Still there's a light