Ash Cloud
Brazzaville
Jetlag Poetry
Ash Cloud - Brazzaville
There's an ash cloud drifting over Europe's skies
tonight
And I'm wondering if I'm ever gonna catch my flight
The airport's empty and our plane is late
Nervous Russians standing by the gate
There's an ash cloud drifting over Europe's skies
tonight
It's causing problems in the upper atmosphere
And our grand inventions are stranded on the ground
down here
But no one's crazier than Aeroflot
I thank the good Lord that I got my spot
On the last plane flying out of Europe's skies tonight
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
My Baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
My girl
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It feels a little strange
A dress rehearsal for the end of the world
Now it's 5 AM and I'm resting in my hotel room
The BBC says the troubles won't be over soon
But in this cozy corner of the galaxy
All's as well as it's supposed to be
And the stars glow softly over Europe's skies tonight
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
My Baby
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
My girl
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
It feels a little strange
A dress rehearsal for the end of the world