Karaoké 1,000 Miles Dwight Yoakam

Runway four

Flight Two-O-Nine

Teardrop falls, we start to climb

This window seat proved a poor choice

It shows the dream that's been destroyed

A little baby starts to cry

Hey I would too if not for pride

I owe so much to pride it's true

It brought an end to me and you

But if I could I'd turn around

Set my feet back on the ground

'Cos all this plane ride holds for me is a thousand miles of misery

I hear the engines

Watch the clouds

The whole damn world looks distant now

But I can't seem to put no space

Between my cold heart and your sweet face

Across the aisle they're holdin' hands

Revealin' brand new weddin' bands

But our sweet gold it's gone to rust

Now my life has turned to dust

But if I could I'd turn around

Set my feet back on the ground

'Cos all this plane ride holds for me is a thousand miles of misery

All this plane ride holds for me is a thousand miles of misery