| Bursts of white cotton passing the window
|
| Everyone talking, oh, so very low
|
| And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
|
| One minute high, the next minute low
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Cigarettes burning faster and faster
|
| Everyone talking about the everafter
|
| And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
|
| One minute high, the next minute low
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody will ever know why
|
| Nobody will ever know why
|
| Visions of childhood rush past my eyes
|
| In seat number 30 somebody cries
|
| And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze
|
| One minute high, the next minute low
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are
|
| Nobody knows where we are |