The Passenger - Stan Ridgway

A telepathic line to a shadow

On the wall, just a passenger and that is all

Taking off on a midnight flight

The airline ticket in his hand held tight

Polar route, destination: oblivion

«Can I take that little box that you’re sitting on, sir?»

«No, that’s alright, miss, I’ll hold it right here

I’ll need it later on when I go up in the air»

And one false move will give it all away

Just one false move will give it all away

Long distance calling everyone around

Bad connection, better let the operator dial

I feel the speed of the traffic zoom

A train in a tunnel and an empty room

Time for take-off, extinguish all cigarettes

In emergency, you know where the exits are

His hands are white on the box he grips

No one knows but it’s their last trip

And one false move will give it all away

Just one false move will give it all away

Long distance calling everyone around

Bad connection, better let the operator dial

Taking off on a midnight flight

The airline ticket in his hand held tight

And one false move will give it all away

Just one false move will give it all away