Well i can't understand what you say anyway
Half of the time
Sometimes in, sometimes out, you're in tune on the dial
In my mind
On my own behalf i'd like to say that it's a pleasure
To see you again, but is it art, i'd like to know
Or is it something that will never make the headlines?
Well, it's hard to comply with the rules that apply
to you every day
Drifting in, drifting out, you will be wearing a smile
When you fly away
On my own behalf i'd like to point out the air masks
And parachutes, the exits are here, here and here
The passage will illuminate
Don't listen to the radio
The news is old and the pace is slow
Don't you listen to the radio
The exits are here, here and here
The passage will illuminate