Whoa-oh, can't you see the people have their troubles?
Whoa-oh-oh, and yes, I think I've heard about them all
They're just soaking up the sorrow of their fathers
Whoa-oh-oh, and the leering at the light (???)
To live and die in the airport lounge
Is to have a glimpse of another town
You've got to be a child to have such strange problems
Whoa-oh-oh, it's enough to make a future mother
Whoa-oh-oh, and it's enough to make you do her harm
But I know you well as far as you can tell
And you won't go back to them
Whoa-oh-oh, and you won't come back to me
To live and die in the airport lounge
Is to have a glimpse of another town
You've got to be a child to have such strange problems