There are planes coming in  And there's planes going out  One piece of luggage  Goes around and around  A lady cleans the floors  A night guard checks his watch,  There's two lonely faces  And one of them's the clock.  CHORUS  What crumbs of joy can I steal from this day  She didn't have the time to call me and say,  If the things I'd heard were valid and true  I've got everything in the world but you.  Everything in the world but you.  I drive against traffic  People race in to work,  I've got this expression  That I know I deserve  The key slides in the lock  Who's been here in my bed  Who's been drinking coffee  What's this paper and pen.  CHORUS  My nerves are ripped to shreds  The phone rings on the floor,  But I can't pick it up  I can't take any more  There are planes flying in  And there are planes flying out  I look up to the sky  And I'm left in no doubt.  CHORUS  chickofdoom@yahoo.com