Old boys sit and look into the distance I never know what they're thinking The old boys
They can find the peace I'm lacking In this moment Sit with their eyes slowly closing And then open
Diving in and out of each second The old boys Seem to know more than they're saying In this lifetime
Old boys Walk as if they're leaning towards me They can feel gravity calling From beneath us
For the old boys Maybe know what I am thinking Even though their memories fading The old boys
Falling in and out of each feeling In slow motion Quietly losing the meaning Of a lifetime
They consider my words with a quizzical look Like I'm talking in some other language Right round the corner my place in their world One that I constantly challenge
There is no sound in the departure lounge There is no sound in the departure lounge