L.A.X.
Everyone is talking
Not to people close by
Put Daddy on the phone sweetie
I'll wave from the sky, from the sky
It's in-between space
It's nowhere time
No one cares about your luggage
Just their airline oh where's my gate
The airport's 'tween the steps I take
Always hopping from plane to plane
My hours don't matter anymore
Heck I'll loose four just to see you when I walk thru the door
Turn this plane around
I wanna go to the sea
Every place in the world is calling me at the airport in LA
This is the place where nothing, no no-one stays
*scat with dad on harmonica
Attention please: keep your eyes on your shit
Cuz someone might take it
Funny cuz no one seems to take the shit I give them
Anywhere else you gotta L.A.X.
Take off *Chris guitar solo
Everyone is talking
Not to people close by
Put Daddy on the phone sweetie
I'll wave from the sky, from the sky
But no, yes, hello?
I love you hunny but I really gotta go
I'm takin' off so
I'll see you at home
The airport's 'tween the steps I take
Always hopping from plane to plane
My hours don't matter anymore
Heck I'll loose four just to see you when I walk thru the door
Turn this plane around
I wanna go to the sea
Every place in the world is calling me at the airport in LA
This is the place where nothing, no no-one stays
(Am I departing or arriving?
Well I'm leaving this place
But I'm hoping to arrive in St. Louis
Can you help me?) x4
Copyright - Anna Fleischer, March 2005
