Goodbye Honeymoon Suite

Flying low on the midnight train
What, pray tell, have you come to find at this hour
At 34,000 feet from the walking plains

Just a moonlit ride
Through the dead of night
‘Cause you know, my left foot is swelling
But the tea is hot
And that and the taste in my mouth
Is really all I got

Big boy, slow it down
Did you really think
That you could blow that place to the ground?

Oh, big boy, think it through
Did you really think
That it was more than a room with a view?

Going South on the Northern Line
I’ve been collecting a harvest of drinks today
So now I can sit back and enjoy the ride

Below the streets at night
I think I’m getting used to the light
As all the stock of wheat and barley and grapes
Falls into place right round the back of my mind

Are you that surprised to find
That putting tunes to your confusion
Only makes it rhyme

Well, it’s gonna have to do
For now
It’s gonna have to do