Oooooooo Oooooooo Oooooooo
You're just a phone call far away
Tell me where to go or ask me to stay
I can't decide where my feet prefer to need me
I'm a west bound bus, a stranger
I'll stay fast by your side
Your words are lived in fine and wise
And on occasion I've seen you rise
Beneath the rosy colored sands that smile
And softly on the furvor of... our lives
It seems the time for leavings when
I'm finally close to a comfort
I'm sitting at the airport
Feeling sorry for myself
Home
Your many windows
Many exits, Many floors
Go it's good to grow girl
So long as you remember yours
Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo

Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo
It seems the time for leavings when
I'm finally close to a comfort
I'm sitting at the airport
Feeling sorry for myself
Home
Your many windows, many exits, many floors
Go, it it's good to grow girl
So long as you remember yours
Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo