Текст песни Uphill Work - Victims of Jet Lag

No salvation from the longing
No excuses to be made
Barely waken for a new day
He has stepped on the crusade
No assurance for the future
No redemption from the yearn
Deadly sleepless in the airport
She is waiting for her turn
Thousand miles out, fingers crossing
Could she put him out of mind?
First for exit hair hangs loosely
Rushing outside colorblind
He stands perplexed, bell’s still ringing
Might have left for a better life
Always late for a couple of hours
That’s his long-time precious style

Day sloping to the end
Everybody’s home making their beds
Deep inside the bar
Drawing on a drink
Failed it at the core
He’s the one to blame

Night falling down the streets
Everybody’s done doing daily deeds
On a desert bridge
Grinding out a stub
Failed it at the heart
She’s the one to blame

Planes flying high above
Each one with its path
Each one on its strip
His – an empty tub
Hers – a smoked out pack
Thousand miles away
Victims of jet lag