I am in Georgia, 7 am. My plane had laid over, While you laid in your bed. I hate to leave you, Wish I didn't have to. I am in Georgia, But my heart is with you.. Taxi had taken off, Now my head's in the sky. 2,000 miles across, 30,000 feet high. I write this song, Just to get me through. My heads in the sky, But my heart is with you. I pretend you're right beside me, You take off your dress, Fall asleep on my chest. I'm back in L.A. But it doesn't feel like home. I just found this shirt, The one you placed in my suitcase. It smells like your skin. And a bit of your perfume. I am back in L.A. But my heart is with you. I pretend you're right beside me. You take off your dress, Fall asleep on my chest. I'm back in L.A. But it doesn't feel like home. I just found this shirt, The one you placed in my suitcase. It smells like your skin. And that Tom Ford perfume. I am back in L.A. But my heart is with you. I am back in L.A. But my heart is with you. Wherever I go, My heart stays with you.