Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Sitting in the airport lounge
I'm waiting for a plane
Everything is grounded
For the fog is down again
I should be leaving
in the morning
On a flight for Singapore
With a guitar
and a suitcase and a face
In a photograph
Dozing with a coffee
and a drooping cigaret
And the dog eared
Sunday supplement
And still I can't forget
I should be leaving
in the morning
On a plane bound
for the sun
With a guitar
and a suitcase and a face
In a photograph
The hands on the clock
Turn around and around
Dragging past the hours
'Till the dawning of the day
And the girl in information
With her eyes on affirmation
She's turning with a smile
to break the news
I cannot quite believe it
but I thought I heard her say
The customs
all have woken up
the fog is on it's way
So I'll be leaving
in the morning
On a plane bound
for the sun
With a guitar
and a suitcase and a face
In a photograph
Oooh ooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh ooh
Yes I'll be leaving
in the morning
On a plane bound
for the sun