Plein Air Artiste

Lyrics

I'm the plein air artiste, got work at the airport Where the travelator starts, the travelator ends No one sees it at the airport It's like I'm not even there Travelators, see ya later Over and over and over again Aw, my work is varied and deep, it keeps me up nights Oh no, I can not sleep, and no one sees it No expectations, I'll pretend to the end No one sees it, it's like I'm not there Travelators, revelators See ya later again Sunday drivers, non-arrivers Over and over and over again Ah, well have you got plans for me? Or is it somethin' only I, I can see Amelia Earheart, she lives in my airport On repeat, over and over again Winifred Atwell, you are my hero And here we go again