Runway Four, Flight 209 Teardrop falls, we start to climb This window seat proved a poor choice It shows the dream that's been destroyed
A little baby starts to cry Hey, I would too, if not for pride I owe so much to pride, it's true It brought an end to me and you
Chorus: But if I could, I'd turn around Set my feet back on the ground 'Cause all this plane ride holds for me Is a thousand miles of misery I hear the engines, watch the clouds The whole damn world looks distant now But I can't seem to put no space Between my cold heart and your sweet face
Across the aisle they're holding hands Revealing brand new wedding bands But our sweet gold, it's gone to rust Now my life has turned to dust
Chorus: But if I could, I'd turn around Set my feet back on the ground 'Cause all this plane ride holds for me Is a thousand miles of misery All this plane ride holds for me Is a thousand miles of miseryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
