An Airport Bar (Cubanate)

It seems like I've been here forever Killing time in an airport bar I see a tourist With a face like a razor Eyes like an insect Body like cancer All the hostesses Feel the shame in what they do All the travelers just say "you're welcome, sir" It seems like I've been here forever Killing time in an airport bar I watch the waitress I wonder when she's free But I don't really like her And I don't think she likes me 'cause I am part of the furniture Part of the furniture Body hairs on the course of women That scream, "That's not so bad", they say Nails form spirals, helter skelters Thoughts, tree-lined streets wear brick houses Suburban urges, disconnections "I hope you find your way, sir" Junkies, drunkies, queers, diseases Electric hating dying eyes from Far away, didn't I say It seems like I've been here forever Killing time in an airport bar Killing time in an airport bar Killing time in an airport bar Wish we were here It seems like I've been here forever It seems like I've been here forever Killing time in an airport bar Killing time in an airport bar Killing time in an airport bar Killing time in an airport bar