| Choking on the thought of leaving
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| Drinking to keep from sobbing
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| 4 PM, four dollar pints
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| The SFO, the time and price
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| With all my happiness aborted
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| The PA painfully starts boarding
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| I sink deep, thirty thousand feet
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| Into my window seat electric chair
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| And I was drinking you goodbye
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| My heart floats in the bay
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| From sour home Chicago
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| I hear it beating far away
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| And there’s no telling what I’ll do
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| If I don’t return to you
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| Hopeful thoughts of soon returning
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| Can’t put out my stomach burning
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| Plastic wings and plastic smiles
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| Unsalted peanuts to stretch my miles
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| Choking on the thought of leaving
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| Drinking to keep from heaving
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| 5 PM, five dollar pints
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| Hell-bound Airlines, time and price
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| And I was drinking you goodbye
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| My heart floats in the bay
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| From sour home Chicago
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| I hear it beating far away
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| And there’s no telling what I’ll do
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| If I don’t return to you |