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Transit Lounge
by Crowded House
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Talk to her; that's right
It could mean more than you think
Talk to her; that's right
And you don't have to lose a thing
Leave the boots and settle outside
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
What's more, you will be her friend
She's the only one you know
Where you're from and where you've been
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 - all yesterday's news
Not a hundred percent sure what I did with my shoes
Lying on the floor of the 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 meant to do before you die
Break him out this one
He'll wait before his moment to shine
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
The camera flash goes off
See the tallest man alive
And I massage his feet
Before this long plane ride)
Talk to her; that's right
It could mean more than you think
Talk to her; that's right
And you don't have to lose a thing
Leave the boots and settle outside
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
What's more, you will be her friend
She's the only one you know
Where you're from and where you've been
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 - all yesterday's news
Not a hundred percent sure what I did with my shoes
Lying on the floor of the 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 meant to do before you die
Break him out this one
He'll wait before his moment to shine
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
The camera flash goes off
See the tallest man alive
And I massage his feet
Before this long plane ride)
