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