Talk to her
That's right
And you don't have to lose a thing

Leave the boots and saddle outside
And you could make her happy again

Laugh about the time
She threw the dinner at you

And in the coconut grove
You can't imagine the scene
Another bus unloads
We're still waiting to leave

Talk to her, that's nice
Or you could make a murder begin

Breathe on her, that's right
Once more, you will be her friend

She's the only one you know
Where you're from and where you've been

And what remains unsaid
Can leave you hanging in between

I spent a lot of time
In the transit lounge
And I wasn't sure
Where I was going now

The papers I read
Were yesterday's news
Not 100% sure
What I did with my shoes

Lying on the floor
Of a transit lounge
There'll be no announcements made

You better make sure
You don't sleep too sound
There'll be no announcements made
There'll be no announcements made

And you can dream about the things
You'd like to do before you die

Break him out, the one
Who's waiting for his moment to shine

And all the stupid things I said
Will haunt you, will linger, I guess

And in the coconut grove
You can't imagine the scene
Another bus unloads
We're still waiting to leave

A camera flash goes off
See the tallest man alive
And Thai massage his feet
Before this long plane ride