Long Day's Flight

People run in circles around each other's minds

Aw they're playin games and they're callin' names

They're tryin' hard not to speak unless they're spoken to

On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow

On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow

Smoke filled rooms with prophets, all they're waiting for their day

And they philosophise and close their eyes

Drift to deep and dark illumination

On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow

On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow

Sometimes I find these people coming in and out of light

Oh they have found themselves underground

They have found everything going down, sir

Each one asks the other why so many lose their way

Oh they have found some solid ground

While all around them you know that time is moving

On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow

On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow