Sitting at the terminal bar wasting my spare change
Waiting on the red eye out of Boston
Fly me 33000 feet up above the problems
Drinking bloody maries in an isle seat
With the rest of the late night zombies singing：
Hello hangover how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow well I'll see what I can do
Somewhere on the highway between Hamburg and Cologne
Windshield whipers making time with the radio
There ain't nothing more in this world that I could ever need
You just leave last night behind you
And you raise your voice and sing：
Hello hangover how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow well I'll see what I can do
Hello hangover how're you doing my old friend
Maybe you will sit and have a drink and talk things through man
Cause I don't have time today to waste on you
If you call me tomorrow well I'll see what I can do
