Airport Song

Sitting in the airport lounge
I'm waiting for a plane
Everything is grounded
For the fog is down again

I should be leaving in the morning
On a flight for Singapore
With a guitar and a suitcase
And a face in a photograph

Dozing with a coffee
And a drooping cigarette
And a dog-eared Sunday supplement
But still I can't forget

I should be leaving in the morning
On a plane bound for the sun
With a guitar and a suitcase
And a face in a photograph

My hands on the clock
Turn around and around
Dragging past the hours
Till the dawning of the day

And the girl in information
With her eyes on half the nation
Is turning with a smile
To break the news

I cannot quite believe it
But I thought I heard her say
The customs all have woken up
The fog is on its way

So, I'll be leaving in the morning
On a plane bound for the sun
With a guitar and a suitcase
And a face in a photograph

So, I'll be leaving in the morning
On a plane bound for the sun