Flight 595

Facing traffic on the road Sun is setting, kinda cold Kinda cold I'm on the run to find someone Leaving home but I don't wanna go No, I shouldn't go Morning, flight attendant's talking Got me feeling foreign Got me feeling something Guy next to me smiling Does he know I'm trying? Nothing is exciting Heaven knows I'm trying Fighting on my own, yeah Feeling all alone, yeah Wiping all my own tears, falling out of nowhere Feeling out of touch It's all a little much Wish I could miss this flight Not getting one thing right Get me off this ride (Flying way too high, high up in the sky, high high) Get me off this ride (Flying way too high, high up in the sky, it's way too high) On my own Reading something on the phone And I cannot wait to go back home No, I cannot wait to go back home Tell me something that I don't know Writing music all night long Big excuses all night long Fighting on my own, yeah Feeling all alone, yeah Wiping all my own tears, falling out of nowhere Feeling out of touch It's all a little much Wish I could miss this flight Not getting one thing right Get me off this ride (Flying way too high, high up in the sky, high high) Get me off this ride (Flying way too high, high up in the sky, it's way too high) Get me off this ride (Flying way too high, high up in the sky, high high) Get me off this ride (Flying way too high, high up in the sky, it's way too high) Cannot wait to go back home Cannot wait to go back home