Home for seven days and I haven't even seen your face
I guess I've got a flight to change
There ain't nothin' left to say
If you really don't have it figured out by now
There's no need for me to hang around
I gotta get outta town
Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat
Half empty plane on New Years Eve
Love birds in the row in front of me are driving me crazy
The pilot comes on, says the year is almost gone
Five, four, three, two, one
Looks like it's just me and the whiskey
'Cause you ain't here to kiss me
You ain't here to kiss me
Raise a toast to the thought of you and me
This was just the way it had to be