what shall i make of this how should i act upon it s early doors but do i disregard contained within you i fail to recognise someone i m sure of but every now and then if only now and then from time to time the airport line i m sure there must be something in you we ride again i won t pretend when i m sure there s something in you a chance presents itself and roots me to my seat the journey s end is left behind the orders of importance they re emerge realigned more often than before i m surer than before from time to time the airport line i m sure there must be something in you we ride again i won t pretend when i m sure there s something in you