(dwight yoakam)

Runway four, flight 209
Teardrop falls, we start to climb
This window seat proved a poor choice
It shows the dream thats been destroyed

A little baby starts to cry
Hey, I would too, if not for pride
I owe so much to pride, its true
It brought an end to me and you

Chorus:
But if I could, Id 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 cant seem to put no space
Between my cold heart and your sweet face

Across the aisle theyre holding hands
Revealing brand new wedding bands
But our sweet gold, its gone to rust
Now my life has turned to dust

Chorus:
But if I could, Id 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 misery

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