Sitting at the terminal bar wasting my spare change
Waiting on the red-eye out of Boston
Fly me 33,000 feet up above the problems
Drinking bloody mary’s in an aisle 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 through, man
Cause I don’t have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I’ll see what I can do
Somewhere on the highway between Hamburg and Cologne
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, wooo
Hello hangover, how you doing my old friend?
Maybe we’ll sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don’t have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I’ll see what I can do
Hello hangover, how you doing my old friend?
Maybe we’ll sit and have a drink and talk things through, man
Cause I don’t have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow, well, I’ll see what I can do
