Departure Lounge - Squeeze

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