All the airports seem alike,
check your bags, check your flight,
They send you on your way,
Pa**ports and security,
magazines and duty free,
Are friends along the way,
You have your dream,
She has her own,
but why does it always seem that your dreams, are found such a long way from home.
All the runways seem alike,
they're only decoys shining bright,
To lead you away,
They take you racing through the night,
Till there's an end in sight,
Then they speed you away,
You have your window,
She has her own,
And out through the dark somewhere, The lights of her window are calling you back home.
Night rider, night rider,
The sky is a lonely highway,
Of lost dreams, and promises,
And things that you meant to say.
Higher and higher,
The night finds a thousand ways,
To travel your worldly voyages,
While the world is a long way away.
And all the jumbos seem alike,
when you've been up there on a night flight,
For a few hours or more.
The movie's over and the lights are low,
And there's nothing much on the stereo,
You've heard it all before.
But you have your window,
And for reasons unknown,
Out through the darkest night,
You can always see things clearer than back home.
Night rider, night rider,
The sky is a lonely highway,
Of lost dreams, and promises,
And things that you meant to say.
Higher and higher,
The night finds a thousand ways,
To travel your worldly voyages,
While the world is a long way away.