David Frizzell

L.A. International Airport

Standing in that silent hall 
And waiting for that final call
I say she doesn't love me anymore
With shaking hands I pack a bag 
With trembling voice I call a cab
And slowly I start walking to the door

The cab arrives, he blows his horn 
I stumble out in the early morning
Tell him of the place I've got to go
Well here's a hundred signal light 
Some eat-out bills in a traffic fight
I'm getting to these doors that's been so slow

L.A. International Airport 
where the big jet engines [roar/*wind]
L.A. International Airport 
[I won't see her anymore/*Take me from this pain of mine]

The stewardess in a miniskirt, 
A hippie in a leather shirt
I started on a way to Naples-Rome
While I'm wondering where it's at, 
I see a Paris diplomat
And some college kids are trying to get back home

My baggage cart goes quickly by 
I see my case and I start to cry
I stumble to the lounge to be alone
And while I'm trying to get some rest 
I bite my lips and try my best
To fight the pain that's making me leave home


With silver wings across the sky 
And paper trails that wave goodbye
to those below who got to stay at home
I wish that I had flown at night 
so I could take that champagne flight
And rid myself of every tear I own

Soaring high above the heavens 
in a seven-forty-seven
fighting back the tears that curse my eyes
When the captain's voice so load and clear 
amplifies into my ear
Insuring me I'm flying friendly skies


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