Words and music by Richard Homer
4/4, 110 bpm Intro CF/CF/CF/CF/GC, CF/CF/CF/CF/GC
C F C
Why they put me on a / flight to / here,
G F C
twenty years before I / began to / know
C F C
I would wait, forlorn, like a / rotting / pier,
G F C, CF/CF/CF/CF/GC, CF/CF/CF/CF/GC
watching the rusting come, and the / memory / go.
I look back now, a journey through a / maze of / time
thinking where else I might have / gone, with / whom,
I might have kept warm, not cut by / touching / rime,
maybe not taking refuge in a / quiet rear / room.
When I caught the plane that / early / morning
flying across a landscape of / watery / green
nothing in the air gave a / hint of / warning
I would end up the pauper, / you the / queen
The sun’s beginning to go, the / neighbour’s dogs / bark
in relentless, uncaring way / at the / rear,
papaya blob near where the / eating birds / park,
yet another Chinese / New Year / here.
Am G17 Am
Get off the plane, get / thinking into / gear
Am G17 Am
get your bag, watch the / Fokker / climb;
Am F C
they can keep the ticket, / bring someone else / here
Am F C
but they didn’t, that’s why I’m / out here / now,
FC/FC/FC/FGC
counting / counting / counting counting / the / time.
I’m in bed this morning, / wife lying / near,
rubbing her back in half- / affectionate / care,
but my mind and heart in / low grinding / gear,
thinking to go, but / how, when and / where?
