There are planes coming in
   And there's planes going out
   One piece of luggage
   Goes around and around
   A lady cleans the floors
   A night guard checks his watch,
   There's two lonely faces
   And one of them's the clock.
   CHORUS
   What crumbs of joy can I steal from this day
   She didn't have the time to call me and say,
   If the things I'd heard were valid and true
   I've got everything in the world but you.
   Everything in the world but you.
   I drive against traffic
   People race in to work,
   I've got this expression
   That I know I deserve
   The key slides in the lock
   Who's been here in my bed
   Who's been drinking coffee
   What's this paper and pen.
   CHORUS
   My nerves are ripped to shreds
   The phone rings on the floor,
   But I can't pick it up
   I can't take any more
   There are planes flying in
   And there are planes flying out
   I look up to the sky
   And I'm left in no doubt.
   CHORUS