Runway Four, Flight 209
  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
  
  Chorus:
  But if I could, I'd turn around
  Set my feet back on the ground
  'Cause 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 holding hands
  Revealing brand new wedding bands
  But our sweet gold, it's gone to rust
  Now my life has turned to dust
  
  Chorus:
  But if I could, I'd turn around
  Set my feet back on the ground
  'Cause 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