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

(Chorus:)
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

Chorus*

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

Chorus

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