(Difford/Tilbrook)  



There are planes coming in  

And there's planes going out  

One piece of luggage  

Goes around and round  

A lady cleans the floors  

A night guard checks his watch  

There's two lonely faces  

And one of them's the clock  

What crumbs of joy can I steal from this day  

She didn't have the time to call me and say  

If the things I'd heard were valid and true  

I've got everything in the world but you  

Everything in the world but you  



I drive against traffic  

People race in to work  

I've got this expression  

That I know I deserve  

The key slides in the lock  

Who's been here in my bed  

Who's been drinking coffee  

What's this paper and pen  



My nerves are ripped to shreds  

The phone rings on the floor  

But I can't pick it up  

I can't take any more  

There are planes flying in  

And there are planes flying out  

I look up to the sky  

And I'm left in no doubt