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