Runway four, flight 209   Teardrops fall, we start to climb   This window seat proved a poor choice   It shows the dream that's been destroyed      A little baby starts to cry   Hey, I would too if not for pride   I owe so much to pride it's true   It brought an end to me and you      Chorus:   If I could, I'd turn around   Set my feet back on the ground   'Cause all this plane ride holds for me    Is a thousand miles of misery      I hear the engines, watch the clouds   The whole damn world looks distant now   But I can't seem to put no space   Between my cold heart and your sweet face      Across the aisle they're holding hands   Revealing brand new wedding bands   But our sweet gold, it's gone to rust   Now my life has turned to dust      Chorus:   If I could, I'd turn around   Set my feet back on the ground   'Cause all this plane ride hold for me   Is a thousand miles of misery   All this plane ride holds for me   Is a thousand miles of misery