Talk to her, that's right

It could mean more than you think

Talk to her, that's right

And you don't have to lose a thing

Leave the boots and saddle outside

You could make her happy again

Laugh about a time

She threw the dinner at you

And in the coconut grove

You can't imagine the scene

When another bus unloads

We're still waiting to leave

Talk to her, that's nice

Or you could make a murder begin

Breathe on her, that's right

Once more you will be her friend

She's the only one you know

Where you're from and where you've been

With what remains unsaid

Can leave you hanging in between

Spent a lot of time in the transit lounge

And I wasn't sure where I was going now

The things that I read on yesterday's news

Not a hundred percent sure what to do with my shoes

Lying on the floor of the transit lounge

There'll be no announcements made

Better make sure you don't sleep too sound

There'll be no announcements made

There'll be no announcements made

And you can dream about the things

You meant to do before you die

Pick him out, this one

He'll wait here for his moment to shine

All the stupid things I said

Will haunt you, will linger, I guess

And in the coconut grove

You can't imagine the scene

Another bus unloads

We're still waiting to leave

The camera flash goes off

See the tallest man alive

And Thai massage his feet

Before his long plane ride