Days Between Stations

I been waiting in the airport bar for hours
I been wondering if they're gonna make me drink all day
Last call calling on a non-stop back to the heartland
Calling on your getaway

Every day I'm trying to slide by on kodachrome kisses and headlines
Did I tell you that I wish you were here?
invisible man, catch me stumbling out of the underground
I just want to disappear


London is calling/everybody cut & run
come see what drink and the devil have done
somebody's falling/did they make you give up your gun?
and I might not reach you in time

midnight rider on the Jubilee down to the high street
rule brittannia/show you how to rise and fall
and I remember the 4th of July up on Hampstead Heath alone
ain't no rocket's red glare/don't you know that nobody cares about
another lost ugly American in this town

London is calling/everybody cut & run
come see what drink and the devil have done
somebody's falling/did they make you give up your gun?
and I might not reach you in time


and from the corner of the Marble Arch back home to your rolling fields
a soapbox preacher is reaching out
and you've been lonely and you've been lost/I know it's true
but every american girl thinks she's run out of time


London is calling/everybody cut & run
come see what drink and the devil have done
somebody's falling/did they make you give up your gun?
and I might not reach you in time