Sitting at the terminal bar wasting my spare change
Waiting on a redeye outta boston
Fly me 33, 000 feet up above the problems
Drinking bloody marys in an asile seat
With the rest of the late night zombies
Singing
Hello hangover how you doing my old friend
Maybe we'll sit and have a drink and talk things thru man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
Call me tomorrow and I'll see what I can do
Somewhere on the highway between hamburg and koln
Windshield wipers making time with the radio
There ain't nothing more in this world I could ever need
You just leave last night behind you
And you raise your voice and sing