| Half empty airport, plane’s at the gate
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| They tell her it’s full, she says she’ll wait
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| She’s been here all evening sitting all alone
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| Watching the business men talk on the phone
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| She fixes her make up, cleans out her purse
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| Leaving is hard, but staying is worse
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| Just for a moment it crosses her mind
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| She could go back, no not this time
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| It’s almost midnight, and they just called her name
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| She’s on that last flight, now nothing’s the same
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| Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
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| She’s all through crying, now she’s flying
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| Taking that red-eye home
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| Sitting in smoking, but she doesn’t smoke
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| A traveling salesman tells her a joke
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| She just stares out the window as they’re packing that jet
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| Not quite sad, but she is not laughing yet
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| It’s almost midnight, and they just called her name
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| She’s on that last flight, now nothing’s the same
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| Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
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| She’s all through crying, now she’s flying
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| Taking that red-eye home
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| It’s just eleven fifty-four but it’s a new day
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| They’re starting to board, she’s flying away
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| It’s almost midnight, and they just called her name
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| She’s on that last flight, now nothing’s the same
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| Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
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| She’s all through crying, now she’s flying
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| Taking that red-eye home
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| All through crying, she’s flying
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| Taking that red-eye home… |