Flight from Ashiya

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