Lyrics The Airport Line - The Week That Was

What shall I make of this?
How should I act upon?
It's early doors but do I disregard?

Contained within you
I fail to recognise
Someone I'm sure of
But every now and then
If only now and then

From time to time the airport line
I'm sure there must be something in you
We ride again I won't pretend
When I'm sure there's something in you

A chance presents itself
And roots me to my seat
The journey' end is left behind
The orders of importance (dispersing as we speak)
They re-emerge realigned
More often than before
I'm surer than before

From time to time the airport line
I'm sure there must be something in you
We ride again I won't pretend
When I'm sure there's something in you