Haircuts & Airports (1 World Way)

Haircuts and airports are planned obsolescence
Sometimes in the movies they converge
So when the action star and the brooding villain
Take to the tarmac for the killin’
Their locks will be lit and the wind will begin to surge

Take, for example, that Michael Mann drama
Where saturated blues are left to bleed
When the mastermind in a seaside chalet
Designs his crimes to look like ballеt
You find yourself hoping the bad guy will succeed

I wanna go to the moviеs
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna slip into a screening
I’m much too young to understand

When I sit in the darkness
The pictures that I see
They will function like a mirror
Of Southland staring back at me

In airports, we welcome that alien sensation
Wandering bodies sleepwalk through the great hall
It echoes children, Chinese carton
Magazines make our hearts to harden
A starlet speaks of a husband’s tragic fall

I wanna go to the airport
I wanna board on time
I wanna fasten my seat belt
And fly on the horizon line

When I get to the hotel
I turn on the TV
It will function like a mirror
Of Southland staring back at me

This is undoubtedly
One of the greatest two-handed scenes
Over black coffee and pieces of pie
Pieces of pie

They chew the furniture
Rather obscene, oh
The trademark slow burn
Of the master, Pacino

‘Cause haircuts and airports are planned obsolescence
But sometimes in the movies they converge
When the action star and the brooding villain
Take to the tarmac for the killin’
Their locks will be lit and the wind will begin to surge

I wanna go to the movies
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna slip into a screening
I’m much too young to understand

When I sit in the darkness
The pictures that I see
They will function like a mirror
Of Southland staring back at me

I wanna go to the airport
I wanna board on time
I wanna fasten my seat belt
And fly on the horizon line

When I get to the hotel
I turn on the TV
It will function like a mirror
Of Southland staring back at me