Geneva 4 Am — Jack Frost

Airhostesses are dreaming at the bar I thought I heard somebody say I wish I was in America There's been no surprises here, not since the crash There's been no survivors since the missus was blinded by the flash I can't see you anywhere But I look for you everywhere Arms dealers up in arms at the prices of the drinks A divorcee keeps telling me that this whole picture stinks And all the co-pilots who just wanna fly The architect tips his glass and says Well here's mud in your eye