Text: Marillion. 80 Days.

Staring down from this high window
At the faces in the line
Cold from hours of waiting
How many people can you love?

When you're black and blue with bruises
From collisions on the road
The friction grind of traveling
This is the never ending show

All over the world in 80 days
Head in a blur of information
What kind of a man could live this way?
I do what I can, I do okay

But right now all I want to do
Is get real if that's all right with you

Woke up last night under the mountains
Driving from Zurich to Milan
I lay there listening to the echoes
Thinking of Iceland and Japan

So many smiles, so many faces
And my home so far away
I lose some of me in all these places
And I can't help the way I'm changed

All over the world in 80 days
Memories turn like magazine pages
What kind of a man could live this way?
I do what I can but I can't escape it

Right now all I want to do
Is get real if that's all right with you
Right now all I want to do
Somehow be myself with you

All over the world in 80 days
Alcohol haze of information
What kind of a man could live this way?
As long as I have and stay the same

Right now all I want to do
Is get real if that's all right with you

Right now all I want to do
Get real for just one night with you
Just one night with you
If that's all right with you

Get real, get real
Right now, right now
Get real
Be myself with you