Here I am sitting at the airport Waiting on a plane Taking me to New York Choking of my coffee When a girl goes past Only funny things seem to make me laugh When I came I didn't know that I'd be Still here a week next Friday My plane was late Because it's raining outside Someone stole the engines And we're going to have to glide
Well I can't sit here forever Because I want to go home Never have I felt bad Maybe I'll just take a cub Because I think I'm going mad
Went to the bar to buy myself a beer Met up with a guy Who'd arrived last year Bought myself a whiskey And lit a cigarette Said the move you seem to drink well the easier it gets So I guess I'm trying to tell you That if you're going to fly Get a set of wings And kiss your ass goodbye When you pack your case Better pack yourself a bed Cause if you had a wish You'd be wishing you were deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
