1,000 Miles

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
 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
 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