an airplane leaves as another lands and one more person quit the band today. the turntable is my new best friend, when he speaks my troubles spin away. when the music is on my world just fades and the freedom hits me like a runaway train. two missed calls on my telephone, it seems my services have gone astray.
well all the stars that we have wished upon and grew up, burned out and have all flown away. another stop another show i wonder just how long this ride will go. the fuel is low and the rent is late and i’ll send a check babe, as soon as i get paid. what started with four is down to one, i thought this band was supposed to be fun. when did we stop having fun.
if the ship is going down and there is no way out, then there ain’t no use in trying now