Bursts of white cotton passing the window Everyone talking, oh, so very low And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze One minute high, the next minute low Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Cigarettes burning faster and faster Everyone talking about the everafter And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze One minute high, the next minute low Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Nobody will ever know why Nobody will ever know why Visions of childhood rush past my eyes In seat number 30 somebody cries And Captain Simpson seems to be in a daze One minute high, the next minute low Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are Nobody knows where we are