Runway 4, Flight 209 teardrops fall we start to climb this window seat proved a poor choice it shows a dream that`s been destroyed Little baby starts to cry hey, I would too if not for pride oh, so much...pride it`s true it brought an end to me and you CHORUS If I could I turn around set my feet back on the ground all this plane ride holds for me is a 1000 miles of misery Instrumental Break.... I hear the engines, watch the clouds the whole damn world looks distant now but I can`t seem to put no space in my cold heart and your sweet face Cross the aisle they`re holdin` hands feelin` brand new wedding bands but our sweet gold it`s gone to rust now my life has turned to dust CHORUS All this plane ride holds for me is a 1000 miles of misery