Carolyn Arends Album: Travelers Track: Travelers (The Airport Song)
Travelers (The Airport Song) Lyrics
By Carolyn Arends Well, I should be there already But my flight has been delayed I'm a weary one of many At an overcrowded gate I have claimed my bit of carpet 'Cause there's not a single chair Man, it's hard to be this grounded When I should be in the air.
It's funny at an airport How you witness every scene The frantic and the famous And the faces kind to me There are signs to welcome daddies There are flowers and balloons Business trips and funerals And happy honeymoons
You can guess some of the stories 'Cause it isn't hard to tell The tears of sweet reunion From the ones that bid farewell There is variance in circumstance Direction and occasion But the truth is we're all travelers Who have not reached our final destination
Eating raisins in the corner Is a girl of five or six She is sporting a new shiner Shaped just like her brother's fist But I'm sure he didn't mean it 'Cause they get along just fine Accidents will happen When you're killing this much time
And over by the payphones Every guy has got a wife He'll call to say he's sorry He might not get home tonight And that booker in Armani Just keeps weaving through the crowd Guess he's had a few too many 'Cause he's getting pretty loud
We are prodigals and pilgrams We are sinners, we are saints It gets hard to tell the difference The more you make us wait There is variance in circumstance Direction, and occasion But the truth is we're all travelers Who have not reached our final destination
Well, you know those little carts The employees drive inside One guy keeps racing past here Like the Indy's on the line And the woman cleaning bathrooms She sings "Jesus is my Lord" While the girl who makes the hot dogs Snaps her gum and just looks bored
Me, I sit here dreaming Of my pillow and my bed The kids won't be awake But I will kiss their sleepy heads With a hundred other passengers I mutter up a prayer Lord it's hard to be this grounded When we should be in the air
We are restless, we are ready To be anyplace but here And the waiting has a way Of making one thing very clear There is variance in circumstance Direction and occasion But the truth is we're all travelers Who have not reached our final destination
Yeah, the truth is we're all travelers Who have not reached our final destination
C 2001 Songs of Peer, Ltd / Mr. Marley's Music (ASCAP)
