Flight 28

(albüm: The Modern Bop - 1984)

Guess I had the wrong impression
Thought we were heading for a super-session
Guess I had the wrong idea
Thought we were heading for something clear

Closer now and warmer
Just around the corner

Which gate for Flight 28
I am running late
Running through the tunnel
Running out on you
Which door gets me out of this town
I am slipping down
Slipping through your fingers
Slipping out on you

Maybe I'm a fool to go now
Just couldn't stay here with the things I know now
More and more I find I'm learning
Reach for warmth and you end up burning

Remnants of my trust dear
Slowly turn to dust here

Which gate for Flight 28
I am running late
Running through the tunnel
Running out on you
Which door gets me out of this town
I am slipping down
Slipping through your fingers
Slipping out on you

Which gate for Flight 28
I am running late
Running through the tunnel
Running out on you
Which door gets me out of this town
I am slipping down
Slipping through your fingers
Slipping out on you

Which gate for Flight 28
I am running late
Which door gets me out of this town
I am slipping slipping slipping slipping
Down down down