Next Flight Home
Troy Cartwright Lyrics


Drivin' down 161, it's five in the morning
Got my stereo playin', my headlights on
Engine light is flashing, why, I don't know
But I'd hate to get stuck on the side

I'll be on the next flight home, in your arms that's where I belong
And the city's grey, but it's you that makes me
Come around here, spend my time

And I know that you're burdened by my lifestyle
But I got dreams, they need tending, It might take me awhile
Hope you know I love you, and I'll always stay true
If it's ever too much for you

I'll be on the next flight home, in your arms that's where I belong
And the city's grey, but it's you that makes me
Come around here, spend my time

I know it's not what you prefer, still I hope you understand
I'm stuck somewhere in-between
What I want and what I can't stand

If I could I would, dear, but you know I can't stay
I've got to keep on working, I've got dues I have to pay
When the night is over all my thoughts turn to you
And the next time I get a chance to

I'll be on the next flight home, in your arms that's where I belong
And the city's grey, but it's you that makes me
Come around here, spend my time
My time

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beansballcardblog

I miss THIS sound. :-(

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