Or Just Heading Home Lyrics

outside of the airport, in line on a waiting plane.

just an hour or two more,

then our lives can start again.

to the aisle or the window,

we all file in and take our place.

and the guy in the middle looks like he hates the world today.

would it kill me to look up?

would we dare share a thing or two

about times that we've screwed up?

or barely made it through?

i fell in love once with a boy from wichita.

and he left me in africa.

yeah, it's quite a story.

and i cried last christmas for all the trees in the parking lot.

all the ones that the world forgot.

and are you leaving or just heading home?



in the back there's a baby.

he is tired and he starts to cry

up ahead is a lady.

who turns around and rolls her eyes.

they have asked us to listen, but the man beside me won't.

he is reading john grisham and is plugged into the radio.

what do you remember?

what things did you dream you'd do?

i wished i was nancy drew

and that i was a ballerina.

and i can't do the crossword in the back of the sunday times.

not even a single line.

and are you leaving or just heading home?



i fell in love once, with a boy from wichita.

when he left me it broke my heart.

but i do not regret it.

where are all your children?

do you miss your mom and dad?

what was the best dog you had?

and are you leaving or just getting home?