Phoebe Kildeer - He's late lyrics

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He’s late

I’m sitting in this bar

It’s eight p.m.

And I am drinking a cool rhum

I gaze across the room

A lot of crystal, a lot of wine

A lot of eyes running from a situation

While I wait on mine

While I wait on mine

He’s waiting by the station

The train’s late too

Well, I hope to catch you still

He’s so proud of you

He’s my brother Harry

He’s coming to see me

He’s got some bad news

He says from home

I said “tell me more

I want to hear it all”

He says “no, I got to see you

Can’t over the phone”

Too far to go

Time’s too short

Too far to go

Now that time’s too short

Who’s the pilot of this plane

Why does he have to dip now

When all is going so well

Sleep little child

While I ride the ocean

It won’t be long now

It won&amp;#8217;t be long now<br />

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