Gate A-11, in lonely concourse ‘A’ ,
Waiting for a plane, to fly me away.
Going to our home, out in Pahrump,
Leaving thru Chicago’s, old Midway dump.
I’m traveling alone, you had to stay behind,
Babe, you should know, you’re always on my mind.
Four days in the desert, a thousand miles apart,
Being there without you, will surely break my heart.
The plane is in the air, high above the land,
I wish you were with me, so I could hold your hand.
Soon when we’re together, I will hug you very tight,
Until that time arrives, I’ll dream of you each night.
Lonely Trip
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