There’s an ash cloud drifting over Europe’s skies tonight
And I’m wondering if I’m ever gonna catch my flight
The airport’s empty and our plane is late
Nervous Russians standing by the gate
There’s an ash cloud drifting over Europe’s skies tonight
It’s causing problems in the upper atmosphere
And our grand inventions are stranded on the ground down here
But no one’s crazier than Aeroflot
I thank the good Lord that I got my spot
On the last plane flying out of Europe’s skies tonight
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, my baby
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, my girl
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, it feels a little strange
A dress rehearsal for the end of the world
Now it’s 5 AM and I’m resting in my hotel room
The BBC says the troubles won’t be over soon
But in this cozy corner of the galaxy
All’s as well as it’s supposed to be
And the stars glow softly over Europe’s skies tonight
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, my baby
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, my girl
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, it feels a little strange
A dress rehearsal for the end of the world
