HEAVING ON A JET PLANE

In honor of our forthcoming trip, I thought I would share some of my sentiments about flying:

HEAVING ON A JET PLANE

(WITH DEEP APOLOGIES TO JOHN DENVER)

OH MY BAGS ARE PACKED – THEY SAY I MUST GO

I’M HANGING ON TO MY FRONT DOOR

ALREADY I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO CRY

BUT THE DAWN IS BREAKING – WE’RE HAVING A STORM

OUR TAXI’S WAITING – HE’S BLASTING HIS HORN

BEFORE TOO LONG, I’LL BE IN THE SKY –

HEAVING ON A JET PLANE

DON’T KNOW HOW I’LL GET BACK AGAIN

OH GOD – I HATE TO GO. . .

THERE’S SO MANY TIMES I’VE SAID I’D DRIVE

SWEATING BULLETS AND COVERED IN HIVES

BUT PEOPLE TELL ME DRIVING TAKES TOO LONG

CAUSE WE’RE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MAP

WE’D NEED ANOTHER MONTH AND A HALF

I’M HOPING THAT THE XANAX MAKES ME STRONG

(WHILE I’M)

HEAVING ON A JET PLANE

DON’T KNOW HOW I’LL GET BACK AGAIN

OH GOD – I HATE TO GO. . .

NOW THE TIME HAS COME TO BOARD

IF ONLY I WERE IN A FORD

THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT LOOKS A LITTLE GREEN

NOW THE PILOT’S TALKING – BUT THE ENGINE IS LOUD

ALL I KNOW IS – WE’RE UP IN THE CLOUDS

I’M TRYING HARD, NOT TO MAKE A SCENE

(BUT I’M). . .

(REPEAT CHORUS UNTIL WE GET THERE)!

© 2004, ROBIN MUNSON