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