Crowded House - Transit Lounge Lyrics
Talk to her, that's rightIt could mean more than you thinkTalk to her, that's rightAnd you don't have to lose a thingLeave the boots and saddle outsideYou could make her happy againLaugh about the timeShe threw the dinner at youAnd in the coconut groveYou can imagine the sceneAnother bus unloadsWe're still waiting to leaveTalk to her, that's niceOr you could make a murder beginBreathe on her, that's rightOnce more you will be her friendShe's the only who knowsWhere you're from and where you've beenAnd what remains unsaidCan leave you hanging in betweenI spent a lot of time in the transit loungeAnd I wasn't sure where I was going nowThe papers I read were all yesterday's newsNot a hundred percent sure what I did with my shoesLying on the floor of the transit loungeThere'll be no announcements madeBetter make sure you don't sleep too soundThere'll be no announcements madeThere'll be no announcements madeAnd you can dream about the thingsYou meant to do before you dieBreak him out, the oneWho's waiting for his moment to shineAll the stupid things I saidWill haunt you, will linger I guessAnd in the coconut groveYou can imagine the sceneAnother bus unloadsWe're still waiting to leaveThe camera flash goes offSee the tallest man aliveAnd Thai massage his feetBefore his long plane ride
