Businessmen in aeroplanes Have this look on their face Like they belong up in first class Without pleasure, they take a sip of water Their pupils fixed on documents We get off the plane They are walking faster than the rest of us As their business were a higher calling More important than family or holiday As if they were the only travelers Who truly know where we are going They push their cart, all dressed in dark As if they were members of a special force On target, mission accepted