passenger planencross-continentalnjust can't fly to save my lifenand all i can sayni'm half in the bottlenyour look still cuts me like a knifennbut don't call it innthe day may be darknswear that the lamp's been brokennbut still there's a lightnnadrift in this statencondemned to wanderntracing circles in the dustnand hours i've laidni have to wonderndoes water cleansenor does it rustnnso don't call it innthe day may be darknswear that the lamp's been brokennbut still there's a lightnnthese aren't important thingsnthey're just my possessionsnthey don't mean anythingnyou can have themnnso don't call it innthe day may be darknswear that the lamp's been brokennbut still there's a lightnbut still there's a lightnbut still there's a light