Ooh, ooh ooh ooh      Sitting in the airport lounge   I'm waiting for a plane   Everything is grounded   For the fog is down again   I should be leaving in the morning   On a flight for Singapore   With a guitar and a suitcase and a face   In a photograph      Dozing with a coffee and a drooping cigaret   And the dog eared Sunday supplement   And still I can't forget   I should be leaving in the morning   On a plane bound for the sun   With a guitar and a suitcase and a face   In a photograph      The hands on the clock   Turn around and around   Dragging past the hours   'Till the dawning of the day   And the girl in information   With her eyes on affirmation   She's turning with a smile to break the news      I cannot quite believe it, but I thought I heard her say   "The customs all have woken up, the fog is on it's way"   So I'll be leaving in the morning   On a plane bound for the sun   With a guitar and a suitcase and a face   In a photograph      Oooh, ooh ooh ooh      Yes I'll be leaving in the morning   On a plane bound for the sun