Misplaced Rendezvous - Marillion

It’s getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper

Something’s gonna give under this pressure

And the cracks are already beginning to show

It’s too late

The weekend career girl never boarded the plane

They said this could never happen again

Oh, so wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous

This time, it’s looking like another misplaced rendezvous

With you

The parallel of you, you

You

On the outskirts of nowhere

On the ringroad to somewhere

On the verge of indecision

I’ll always take the roundabout way

Waiting on the rain

For I was born with a habit, from a sign

The habit of a windswept thumb

And the sign of the rain