Великий Комбинатор

Damn, I should be so lucky Even only 24 hours under your touch You know I need you so much I cannot wait to call you And tell you that I landed somewhere And hand you a square of the airport And walk you through the maze of the map That I'm gazing at Gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck And the look that you gave me You make me somebody Ain't nobody knows me Not even me can see it, yet I bet I'm