On a red-eye flight to New York
The Atlantic Ocean below
I left my own home, the place I was born
And when we touch down I’ll be broke
I dream of the wide open road
It’s my only sliver of hope
The stars and the stripes
The blue, red and white
I drive through the yellow brick lines
I don’t know where to begin
Or where I will end up sleeping
The world just keeps on spinning as I hold
Forever is such a long time
I maybe should leave it behind
But nothing can stand between me
And my own demise
I landed at terminal 8
I walked out of J, F and K
It was getting late
The cab driver played
Some blues in the key of A
I was chasing some place in the sun
Cause old habits seldom die young
Like a dog and a bone
Always alone
As I speed down this road on my own
I don’t know where to begin
Or where I will end up sleeping
The world just keeps on spinning as I hold
Forever is such a long time
I maybe should leave it behind
But nothing can stand between me
And my own demise
If I only could silence the thoughts
That roam free in my mind
