Testo Arrangements Made

the papers filed, arrangements made

the gin, well, it's duty free

the gasoline - it's pouring in

thin distorted voice - it calls your seat
with all of the girl's hair so neat

but not one you'd care to meet



the city lights begin to fade

and time zones - they're passing by

returning home, are you afraid

with old friends you might collide?

they'll stare you down inside
until all of your thoughts subside

now that your lifes divided

until you know you've become decided

that you'll come home



the old hotel where you once found

all of your shattered myths

the night clerk - grayed, but still the same

memories fade but some are claimed

there's one who is getting ice

champagne celebrating lies

it's the same any town you go

through airline windows down below

now you're home.