Runway Romance

I was making my descent to the old B&A

Gate number three, concourse A

And on my radar, there I saw

A white body jet made me pitch and young

My runway romance at gate number three

My runway romance, she runs

Away from me

She was clearly first class and I was coach

With stabilizers on still made my approach

Then turbulence hit, too late to evolve

And when the weather cleared, she done took off

My runway romance at gate number three

My runway romance, she runs

Away from me

She said that I had too much baggage

And she was traveling light

That she had reservation, so she went

And canceled our flight

My runway romance at gate number three

My runway romance, she run

My runway romance, so quick to depart

My runway romance flew away right out of my heart