歌词
Missed call
I don't have time at all to return
I've got a plane to catch and things to learn
I've been years abroad
I keep my hair short now and my adventures long
I've grown accustomed to the customs lines
The fluorescent lighting of
One-way signs
I make do
As I get off of planes and out into
The drizzly streets of Glasgow
The salty winds of Barbados
The heat of Spain
I'll take any train
Far away
Letters from home
I probably won't reply
'Cause looking back ties me down
And I'd rather fly
I've grown accustomed to the customs lines
The fluorescent lighting of
One-way signs
I make do
As I get off of planes and out into
The French roads filled with cobblestones
Taking taxis in traffic in Tokyo
Norwegian snow
I'll take any boat
Far away
It gets lonely
I won't lie
It gets lonely
But the empty starts to fill
When new is all I feel
I've grown accustomed to the customs lines
The fluorescent lighting of
One-way signs
I make do
As I get off of planes
Boats and buses and trains
Far away