Wake up calling seven, get up close to eight
No time for a fight
The suitcase seems so heavy, it's really getting late
I need to get a flight
And he's thrown so far away
And he's thrown so far away

Anyway, I know that I get the grain
Ready for the plane
Try to get a taxi
I have to pay my bill
Ten phone calls a night
Sitting on the back seat
Ready for the flight
Got me trapping time
And he's browsing far away
And he's browsing far away

Anyway, I know that I get the brain running for the plane
Getting out of London, checking in quite late
Get out of my clothes
Body checked for nothing, trying to propagate
But the door has just closed
Where prince gon' sit far away
Where prince gon' sit far away

A chance to get on board, just a step too late
Running for the plane
White frisco, stay far away
White frisco, stay far away

A chance to get on board, just a step too late
Running for the plane
Running for the plane
Running for the plane
Running for the plane