Songtext von Flight to Tashkent

Dig, dig, / digarooney / Dig dig dig, / digarooney / Dig dig dig, / digarooney / Dig, / dig, / dig, / dig... / The shade of the september grass / Down avenues, chasing your childhood, / Scratching our names on a tree, / These things all remind me of you. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / [or it could be oh baby(? )] Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Her hair was as soft as the snow. / Watching the sun rise from my house. / (the pilot is calling for help), / And something reminds me of you. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Oh, sometime, / no, maybe tomorrow. / Ooh, / and we're coming down, / ooh, / we're coming down. / ooh, / and we're coming down, / ooh, / coming down, / coming down.