Lyrics No Plane On Sunday - Jimmy Buffett

No Plane On Sunday

You can throw your luggage down
Lose your cool and stomp around
But there’s nothing, nothing you can do
Wipe away your girlfriend’s tears
Go to the bar and have some beers
There ain’t no way that bird’s getting through
No plane on Sunday
Maybe be one come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it’s all you can do
To make it through
Over heard the engineer
Say something bout the landing gear
Now we’re running strictly on island time
I know you’ve got someone back home
So do I it’s tough alone
Oh c’mon, it’s just a minor crime
No plane on Sunday
Check it again come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it’s 'bout all you can do
Baby it’s true
Shouldn’t spend these precious hours trying to figure this out
We don’t know where the story ends
Let’s don’t go back to just being friends
So they went walking on the beach
Quarter moon within their reach
So they stole it, and tucked it in their hearts
Cause when they heard the engines hum
And realized the dawn had come
It was over, over from the start
No plane on Sunday
Just another lonely Monday
Make the best of a Bad situation’s 'bout all you can do
Baby it’s true
Ohhhhhhhhh baby it’s true
Ohhhhhhhhh baby what’s new
Ohhhhhhhhh baby what’s new