Transit Lounge - Crowded House

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