A little baby starts to cry
But if I could, I'd turn around
Set my feet back on the ground
But if I could, I'd turn around
I hear the engines, watch the clouds
Hey, I would too, if not for pride
Now my life has turned to dust
'Cause all this plane ride holds for me
I owe so much to pride, it's true
Is a thousand miles of misery
Set my feet back on the ground
All this plane ride holds for me
Across the aisle they're holdin' hands
My cold heart and your sweet face
The whole damn world looks distant now
It shows the dream that's been destroyed
But our sweet gold, it's gone to rust
Revealing brand new wedding bands
'Cause all this plane ride holds for me
It brought an end to me and you
But I can't seem to put no space
This window seat proved a poor choice
Is a thousand miles of misery
