I was born in a departure lounge and I’m still waiting for my gate to call   People passing on the concourse don’t register at all   The empire builders are trowelling away   The landfill dogs are waiting for their day   And me?      I’m still waiting for my gate to call      Brick by brick it all takes shape   ‘Til they’re walled in with no escape   And me?      I’m still waiting for my gate to call      You know I promised you the world and it’s mine to give   But the repossession took my stereo and my will to live      I’ve got to get out of here right now