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I could hear it through the line

I could tell from the crack in her voice

The static, the noise

It's leaving on her mind

But when it comes to you, I'll do whatever I gotta do

I'm looking out from my window seat

Halfway back, aisle twenty-three

Man, I wish that I could fly this thing

Give a little more gas, little more speed

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

Every minute is wasted time

She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

I could use a drink right now

I've got my head in the clouds, thinkin' about

Second that the wheels touch down

And my feet hit the ground, I run to your house

I knock on the door, kiss you right on the mouth

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

Every minute is wasted time

She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

I'm looking out from my window seat

Halfway back, aisle twenty-three

Man, I wish that I could fly this thing

Give a little more gas

Just a little more speed

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough

Every minute is wasted time

She gets a little bit closer to saying goodbye

This seven-forty-seven

Seven-forty-seven

This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough