Paul Weller - Early Morning Rain lyrics

This is the one In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home Lord, I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Seven-O-seven set to go But I'm stuck here on the ground Where the cold wind blows Now the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She'll be rolling down at last 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 So the airports got me down It's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground Bored and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain