Tekstovi: P.F.M. (Premiata Forneria Marconi). Jet Lag.

I gotta get my senses aligned
I'm in a jet lag
Feelin' rhythm in my body of another time
Sundown lasted through the night
This supernatural flight

Got flash preview of deja vu
I'm way too early
My body's strange can't make the change
Catch up to my suitcase
I'm on the blink, I'm out of synch
Is it tomorrow?
Can I regain, replace the same
Time that I borrowed?

Travelin', ridin' the time machine
Wanderin', sailing through no man's land
Fool the sun
Jump the gun

I've flown the map, the culture gap
Non-stop arrival
My words are strange, can't make the change
Language in limbo
Don't know your rules, your keys and tools
Or even your neighbours
Can I regain, replace the same
Habits I borrow?

Travelin', ridin' the time machine
Wonderin', who I'll be
When I've been here awhile
Will I join the dance
Will I make up the miles...

I gotta get my senses aligned
I'm in a jet lag
Feelin' rhythm in my body of another time
This supernatural flight

Seekin' tides
Swallow the borderlines
Easy glide
History intertwines
I can read the signs

Growin' wide
Takin' and lettin' go
Gentle glide
Over a slow rainbow
I can read the signs
Thoughts in spirals circle down my mind...