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I could hear it through the line
I could tell from the crack in your voice
The static, the noise
It's leaving on the nine
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, 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's wasted time
Shoot, it's 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, thinking about
Second 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's wasted time
Shoot, it's 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's wasted time
Shoot, it's a little bit closer to saying goodbye
This seven-forty-seven can't go fast enough, fast enough