Running to the car, waiting on the motorway
Rushing to the check-in, meeting another delay
Finally bags are checked in, there’s some engine fault
More hours wait ahead now I’m grinding to a halt
Nothing is improving, hours dripping past
Eagar to get moving, nothing happens fast
Hour after hour, just waiting around
Seems a far off dream to be outward bound
But it adds excitement, anticipation is increased
It’s true the longer the hunger the tastier the feast
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