1,000 Miles — текст песни (Dwight Yoakam)

(Dwight Yoakam)

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