Flight From Ashiya

Puffs of white cotton passing the window
 Everyone talking, oh, so very loud
 And captain sits and 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 sits and 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 sits and 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