(D. Locorriere/S. Silverstein)



The traffic at this hour is so thick that he's afraid he might be late

Her flight arrives at seven ten and he remembers how the lady hates to wait

And he remembers losing her and begging her to give him time to change

Now his mind is numb 'cos the time has come, his final chance is coming in on that plane



She fastens up her seat belt and nervously she finishes her drink

An all night flight from L.A. can give a woman a little bit too much time to think

And she hopes deep in her heart that he'll be different but she knows he'll be the same

And she wonders if the stewardess would be kind enough to just let her stay on that plane



That plane settling in to the heavy city haze

Where she remembers guilty nights and baby please forgive me days

That plane screaming as loud as the pain that they both feel

As she slowly unfastens her belt and he clutches the wheel



He's one mile from the airport, damn traffic's backed up all along the lane

She waits five minutes takes a breath and turns around and gets back on the aeroplane

She'll ride it through to Denver, she's got friends there, they could spend a little time

'Cause she knew he'd never be there, and he knows she never was the waiting kind



That plane rising up into the heavy city haze

Where she remembers guilty nights and baby please forgive me days

That plane screaming as loud as the pain that they both feel

As she slowly unfastens her belt and he clutches the wheel



(c) 1996 Tro Essex Music Ltd./Screen Gems-EMI Music Ltd.