Out on runway number nine, big 7 0 7 set to go
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
In the early morning rain with no place to go
But I'm stuck here on the ground with a cold wind that grows
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She'll be flying that's my home in about three hours time
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
She's away and westward bound, far above my home she'll fly
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
