Текст песни «Divine Comedy - Come Home Billy Bird»

William wakes with his clothes on
The morning call has been and gone and
He might not make his flight
But he will try, yeah.
Bit by bit it comes back to him
A bunch of Belgium businass men and
A strange drinking game, oh God why?

Come home, Billy Bird,
International business traveller
Come home, Billy Bird...

He hails a cab, but the driver sucks
He drives so slowly and he talks so much
That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain, yeah.
He runs from the cab to the check-in desk
She says: "No way", but William begs on his knees,
"Please, please, please?"
"Well, okay."

Come home, Billy Bird,
International business traveller
Come home, Billy Bird...
(Guitar)

Drenched in sweat he finds his seat
And with the luggagge right down beneath his feet
He begins to think that things can't get no worse
But then a voice says: "Bags that can't be stowed
In the overhead lockers must go below in the hold,
Please let go, thankyou sir."

Come home, Billy Bird,
International business traveller
Come home, Billy Bird
Come home, William, come home...

He runs on past the carasel screaming:
"Damn my luggage, all the hell,
I can buy a new shirt and tie, anyday."
He rides from the airport into town
To the High School football ground
Where his son has just begun his big football game.

(chorus)