sitting at the terminal bar wasting my spare change waiting on a redeye outta boston fly me 33 000 feet up above the problems drinking bloody marys in an asile seat with the rest of the late night zombies singing hello hangover how you doing my old friend maybe we ll sit and have a drink and talk things thru man cause i don t have time today to waste on you call me tomorrow and i ll see what i can do somewhere on the highway between hamburg and koln windshield wipers making time with the radio there ain t nothing more in this world i could ever need you just leave last night behind you and you raise your voice and sing 