| On a runway once again on my way out of town
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| I think that I’m gettin' to use to this and I don’t know when I’ll be back
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| Don’t know when I’m comin' back down
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| Am I comin' back down?
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| The wheels are up I am stuck staring out of this window
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| Over the wing and the scariest thing is the fact that I’m practically
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| Living on planes these days, on these airplanes
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| So I’m waiting on the landing gear
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| To bring us down, so I can hear your voice
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| And I’m getting out my cell phone now, to speed dial your house
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| Cause it rains all day when I’m away
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| And I can’t have you with me
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| And all that I can think about, is how much you love the city
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| And I want you here with me
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| There’s a canvas of clouds below my feet
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| I’m painting it homesick 'cause all that I love is behind me
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| I hope you still find me
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| Soon I’ll be paying for taxis and riding in backseats
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| On my way back to hotels when I want my own bed
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| I get these instead
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| So I’m waiting on the landing gear
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| To bring us down, so I can hear your voice
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| And I’m getting out my cellphone now, to speed dial your house
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| Cause it rains all day when I’m away
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| And I can’t have you with me
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| And all that I can think about, is how much you love the city
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| And I want you here with me |