Doctors & Dealers. Lost Friends And Newfound Habits. Airport Blues. Zeneszám

I'm tired of travelling, I'm tired of waiting all day long.
At airports and stations and not being able to be on my own.
I'm living my dream, all the places that I see.
but right now I wish I was home and watched tv.

My bartabs get bigger, my patience I figureI left at home.
And people, they bore me, bartenders adore me, they sing along.
I try to click my heels three times, to see if time will fly.
But all I see that really flies is planes that're passing by.

Security calls me, and shout in a curt way \"take a step aside.\"
The panic now strucks me, what do they want me? And what will they find?
I'm living my dream, all the places that I see.
but right now I wish I was home and watched tv.
I try to click my heels three times, to see if time will fly.
But all I see that really flies is life that's passing by.
I try to click my heels three times, to see if it takes me home.
But what do I see in front of me? A security-dog with foam


(Thanks to Adolf for these lyrics)