(Suzy Bogguss/Doug Crider)
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Half empty airport, plane's at the gate
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They tell her it's full, she says she'll wait
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She's been here all evening sitting all alone
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Watching the business men talk on the phone
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She fixes her make up, cleans out her purse
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Leaving is hard, but staying is worse
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Just for a moment it crosses her mind
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She could go back, no not this time
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It's almost midnight, and they just called her name
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She's on that last flight, now nothing's the same
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Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
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She's all through crying, now she's flying
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Taking that red-eye home
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Sitting in smoking, but she doesn't smoke
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A traveling salesman tells her a joke
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She just stares out the window as they're packing that jet
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Not quite sad, but she's not laughing yet
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It's almost midnight, and they just called her name
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She's on that last flight, now nothing's the same
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Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
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She's all through crying, now she's flying
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Taking that red-eye home
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It's just eleven fifty-four but it's a new day
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They're starting to board, she's flying away
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It's almost midnight, and they just called her name
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She's on that last flight, now nothing's the same
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Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
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She's all through crying, now she's flying
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Taking that red-eye home
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She's all through crying, she's flying
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Taking that red-eye home
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Taking That Red-Eye Home
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| Suzy Bogguss |
