Northwest 222 — текст песни (Harry Chapin)

I`m a strummin` fool out in the sticks
For the glory and the bread
And you`re wise enough to let me sing
This music in my head.
And if there`s any way to get there
Strumming head on out
I go driven hard to pick up old
222 en route.

But now they`ve gone and cancelled
Old Northwest 222
It`s a late night bird that always
brought me back home to you
There`s a thousand miles between us
Babe that I cannot get through
Is there nothing left to count on, now
That old 222 is gone?
Old 222 is gone.

My guitar bouncin` on my shoulder, my
Ticket in my hand
I`m runnin` on the ramp on board, I just
Made it again
Pull pillows down and a blanket and I
Stretch out `cross the seat
Yes I`m racked our, winging homeward
Where I got this dream to keep

But now they`ve gone and cancelled
Old Northwest 222
It`s a late night bird that always
brought me back home to you
There`s a thousand miles between us
Babe that I cannot get through
Is there nothing left to count on, now
That old 222 is gone?
Old 222 is gone.

Minneapolis at 1 AM Chicago at 3
It`s Detroit at 5 the it`s New York City
Where she`s waitin` for me

And I come chargin` off the jet way the
Dream is in my eyes
When I see you there at curbside babe
I`m kissin` you at sunrise
Yes you brought the van to get me.
Sometime when the plane is late
We would find a place for parking
When the lovin` would not wait

But now they`ve gone and cancelled
Old Northwest 222
It`s a late night bird that always
brought me back home to you
There`s a thousand miles between us
Babe that I cannot get through
Is there nothing left to count on, now
That old 222 is gone?
Old 222 is gone.