Good times in the airport lobby Chaos subdued everywhere Counting all the people in my hair Everybody treats it as a dare After all the bad decisions Someone tells me what to do Why don't I lay down and cease to move? I waste so much irony on you A sea of hands out there to hold There couldn't be a better world Could my own hand be more cold? Impossible Sometimes it's awful hard to take The way you speak on Saturdays When in the middle of the week I see what kind of friend you make Looking back on my collection Rings I've fished out of the well Each one has another lie to tell So many hands out there to bite You shouldn't spend any more time Could you keep up if you tried? You shouldn't try Sometimes it's awful hard to take The way you speak on Saturdays When in the middle of the week I see what kind of friend you make