That Plane

The traffic at this hour is so thick That he's afraid he might be late Her flight arrives at seven ten And he remembers how she hates to wait And he remembers losing her And begging her to give him time to change Now, the time has come, and his mind is numb 'Cause his final chance is coming on that plane She fastens up her seat belt And nervously she finishes her drink An all-night flight from L.A. Can give a woman too much time to think And she hopes that he'll be different But she knows, deep in her heart, he'll be the same And she wonders if the stewardess Would be kind enough, to just let her stay on that plane That plane, settling in to the heavy city haze Where she remembers guilty nights And baby, please, forgive me days That plane, screaming as loud as the pain they both feel As she slowly unfastens her belt, and he clutches the wheel He's one mile from the airport Traffic's backed up all along the way She waits five minutes, takes a breath Turns around, and gets back on that plane She can ride it through to Denver She's got friends there, they could spend a little time 'Cause she knew he'd never be there And he knows, she never was the waiting kind That plane, rising up in the heavy city haze Where she remembers guilty nights And baby, please, forgive me days That plane, screaming as loud as the pain they both feel As she slowly fastens her belt, and he clutches the wheel