Hanging in a terminal
Waiting on a plane
Clouds gone precipitate
Causing a delay
Make it to miami
Maybe not today
Baby we can write a song
And fly away
Well it's getting kinda cold
And the color of my toes
Match the color of your eyes
Oh honey you begin to glow
Well i've got you to hold
When it's getting kinda frio
Baby we can write a song
And fly away
Close your eyes
Take my hand
Please don't worry darling
I've got this one
With paper and pen-
Cil is what i use
When i begin to fuse
Baby we can write a song
And fly away
Well i'm getting kinda bored
I wish i could record
All these peoples faces
When they go to look at the door
But nothing ever seems to come out
But anger and mishaps
Maybe we should stay
And call a cab
Close your eyes
Take my hand
Please dont worry darling
I've got this one
With paper and pen-
Cil is what i use
When i begin to fuse
Baby we can write a song
And go...
Hanging in a terminal
Waiting on a plane
Clouds gone precipitate
They're getting in my way
But if the plane don't come
Then maybe it just aint my day
Baby we can write a song
And fly away