sábado, julho 28, 2007

Rain

hear the mighty engines roar
see the silver bird on high
she's away and westward bound
far above the clouds she'll fly
where the morning rain don't fall
and the sun always shines
she'll be flying over my home
in about three hours time

this old airport's got me down
it's no earthly good to me
because i'm stuck here on the ground
cold and drunks as i might be
you can't hop a jet plane
like you can a freight train
so i'd best be on my way
in the early morning rain