What shall I make of this? How should I act upon? It's early doors but do I disregard? Contained within you I fail to recognise Someone I'm sure of But every now and then If only now and then From time to time the airport line I'm sure there must be something in you We ride again I won't pretend When I'm sure there's something in you A chance presents itself And roots me to my seat The journey' end is left behind The orders of importance (dispersing as we speak) They re-emerge realigned More often than before I'm surer than before From time to time the airport line I'm sure there must be something in you We ride again I won't pretend When I'm sure there's something in you