Talk to her   That’s right   It could mean more than you think      Talk to her   That’s right   You don’t have to lose a thing      Take a satellite    You could make her happy again      Dream about   The time   She threw the dinner at you      And in the coconut grove   You can’t imagine the scene   Another   We’re still waiting to leave      Talk to her   That’s nice   Or you could make a murder begin      Dream on her   That’s right   Once more, you could be her friend      Well, she’s the only one you know   Where you from and where you been      Think about   The time   She wants to make it in your head      I spent a lot of time   In the transit lounge   And I wasn’t sure   Where I was going now      Plenty hours spent   Was yesterday’s news   Not 100% sure   What I did with my shoes      Lying on the floor   Of the transit lounge   There’ll be no announcements made      You better make sure   You don’t sleep too sound   There’ll be no announcements made   There’ll be no announcements made      Dream about   The things   You’d like to do before you die      Wonder all   The one   Still waiting for his moment to shine      And all the stupid things I said   Still haunt you, still linger   I guess      And in the coconut grove   You can’t imagine the scene   And now the truck unloads   We’re still waiting to leave      The camera flash goes off   See the tallest man alive   In time, I fall at his feet   Before this long plane ride