Talk to her. That’s right. It could mean more than you think. Talk to her. That’s right. You don’t have to lose a thing. Take a satellite. You could make her happy again. Dream about. The time. She threw the dinner at you. And in the coconut grove. You can’t imagine the scene. Another. We’re still waiting to leave. Talk to her. That’s nice. Or you could make a murder begin. Dream on her. That’s right. Once more you could be her friend. Well she’s the only one you know. Where you from and where you been. Think about. The time. She wants to make it in your head. I spent a lot of time. In the transit lounge. And I wasn’t sure. Where I was going now. Plenty hours spent. Was yesterday’s news. Not 100% sure. What I did with my shoes. Lying on the floor. Of the transit lounge. There’ll be no announcements made. You better make sure. You don’t sleep too sound. There’ll be no announcements made. There’ll be no announcements made. Dream about. The things. You’d like to do before you die. Wonder all. The one. Still waiting for his moment to shine. And all the stupid things I said. Still haunt you still linger. I guess. And in the coconut grove. You can’t imagine the scene. And now the truck unloads. We’re still waiting to leave. The camera flash goes off. See the tallest man alive. In time I fall at his feet. Before this long plane ride