Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
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 cigaret
And the dog eared Sunday supplement
And 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
The 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 affirmation
She`s 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 it`s 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
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh
Yes I`ll be leaving in the morning
On a plane bound for the sun
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