i wake up in the morning with my arm around someone I hardly know
I go out to the balcony to have a smoke and watch the town below
there goes the airport there’s the airplanes there’s the graveyard for the ones that kept their flight
it’s all fenced in so we can’t commune with dead people at night
when time is running out
and i figure that’s when they need us most
more so when busy lives go on so close
but rather than whizzing above your head
i’ll come into your busy life once before we’re both dead
i walk the darkened corridors arriving just in time to go to bed
and though i need the sleep i’d rather find someone to share it with instead
what good’s your fortune or your culture or your doorman if he sees not who you sneak
out of your room with a kiss and a whisper i’ll see you next week,
and time is running out
into days now, minutes and seconds flat
carved in the fence where busy lives once sat
happy with those excuses that they’re fed
until you busted down my fence and said
good morning my love
no matter how far downhill my days & nights might go, the morning’s above
cos you’re by my side
and i can share everything that i wanna share before my turn to hide
& play by other’s rules
cause i figure that’s how they now me best
by my results in busy life’s contest
they’ll take the score and mourn and pass me by
and find the others who gave it a try
and call the game unfair cos the others won it so easily
marking their name off busy life’s trophy
I can’t pretend to watch you play for long, my lover’s singing me a sweeter song
I lie down in the evening but my feet wake up and wander to the floor
They slowly set to standing and to walking sending me right out the door
the graveyard’s open but there’s business to attend to
as my plane prepares for flight
into the busy atmosphere, i rocket out of sight