Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sunday (1994)
Performer
Paige Turner
All Instruments
Lee Newell
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paige Turner
Composer
Lee Newell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Newell
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I took the pill you gave me
I'm cloudy but I am happier now
I fall asleep on tarmac
I'll wake up in the rain
[PreChorus]
I missed you before I left you
But now it's getting stupid
I think I broke a knuckle
When I punched the wall again (That really hurt)
[Chorus]
I got no signal on my phone
No one could ever truly know
Oh, the loneliness of the long flight home (Ah, ah)
[Verse 2]
Someone is sick behind me
"Aren't we all?", I whisper
I'm sat next to some loud-mouth prick
Who's talking about his sister
[PreChorus]
If the plane goes down
Before I comе back for you
At least I died in a noble way
At lеast I died for you (That would've really hurt)
[Chorus]
I got no signal on my phone
No one could ever truly know
Oh, the loneliness of the long flight home (Ah, ah)
You're drinking a glass of Diet Coke
Thirty thousand feet below
Oh, the loneliness of the long flight home (Ah, ah)
[Verse 3]
I read the safety pamphlet back to back
Pick me up, take me home to your cul-de-sac
I feel strange, Cabernet and Alprazolam
And the trash that I've stuffed in the chair in front
Is a souvenir from when I needed you, dear
[Chorus]
You're drinking a glass of Diet Coke
Thirty thousand feet below
Oh, the loneliness of the long flight home (Ah, ah)
Of the long flight home
Written by: Lee Newell, Paige Turner