Not for the first time
Nor probably the last
He's diving deep down, all his senses overblown
In the transit zone
He's all alone this time

There's not a moment to waste
And yet he's frozen on the spot
By his own self-doubt
Can't turn about
Might not get out this time

One telephone call's his right
But while he's ordering his thoughts into a thread
The line goes dead
And he's not headed anywhere