Transit Lounge

Talk to her, that's right



It could mean more than you think



Talk to her, that's right



And you don't have to lose a thing



Leave the boots and saddle outside



You could make her happy again



Laugh about a time



She threw the dinner at you



And in the coconut grove



You can't imagine the scene



When another bus unloads



We're still waiting to leave



Talk to her, that's nice



Or you could make a murder begin



Breathe on her, that's right



Once more you will be her friend



She's the only one you know



Where you're from and where you've been



With what remains unsaid



Can leave you hanging in between



Spent a lot of time in the transit lounge



And I wasn't sure where I was going now



The things that I read on yesterday's news



Not a hundred percent sure what to do with my shoes



Lying on the floor of the transit lounge



There'll be no announcements made



Better make sure you don't sleep too sound



There'll be no announcements made



There'll be no announcements made



And you can dream about the things



You meant to do before you die



Pick him out, this one



He'll wait here for his moment to shine



All the stupid things I said



Will haunt you, will linger, I guess



And in the coconut grove



You can't imagine the scene



Another bus unloads



We're still waiting to leave



The camera flash goes off



See the tallest man alive



And Thai massage his feet



Before his long plane ride