May we all be horribly crushed from above somehow.

I’ve heard it said the trick is to set your watch when you hit the plane
And that way you can trick the workings of a tired brain.
But sometimes I feel sick, sometimes I just feel so drained.
And cut down to the quick, longing for that voice again

On the phone, you always ask if I’m OK
But it’s not the same as being happy

Airports make me sad, I’m sure they shouldn’t all be the same
But they’re just landing pads for boring tourist shopping chains.
I remember times we had, drinking while we wait for your plane
And Feeling kinda bad, wondering which one of us has changed

Cos we used to be slick with subtle young hips, romantic young kissable lips Unbearably sharp, unbreakable heart,wide eyes and faith
that life could never pull apart if we were OK…
But distance kills the best of intentions

I travelled 40,000 miles last year and I’m working on the same again
I fell for 15 different girls and nearly lost all of my friends
Well I am jet set, jet lag jaded, you’re always 16 hours ahead
Quietly reminding me how I used to be

I used to be slick.

See you guys later, I’m off to Canada.

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