Standing in the silent hall, waitin' for the final call,
Says he doesn't love me anymore.
Shaking hands I pack a bag, trembling voice I call a cab,

Slowly I start walking to the door,
The cab arrives he blows his horn, I stumble at in the early morn,
Tell him of the place I've got to go,

Cared a hundred single nights, paid the bills and a traffic fine,
Gettin' through these doors that's been so slow,
LA International Airport where the big jet engines roar

LA Internation Airport, I won't see him anymore.

The stewardess in a miniskirt a hippie in a leather shirt

I started on the way to Naples Row
While I'm wondering where it's at I see a Paris diplomat
Call his kids while trying to get back home.

Baggage car goes quickly by see my face and start to cry
Stumble to the lounge to be alone.
And while I'm trying to get some rest, I bite my lips and try my best

To fight the pain that's making me leave home.
LA International Airport where the big jet engines roar
LA Internation Airport, I won't see him anymore.


With silver wings across the sky paper trails and wave goodbye.
To those below who've got to stay at home.

I wish that I had flown at night so I could take that champagne flight.
Rid myself of every tear I own.
Soaring high above the heaven in a 747 fighting back the tears that curse my eyes.

Captain's voice so load and clear amplifies into my ear,
Insuring me and flying friendly skies
LA International Airport where the big jet engines roar

LA Internation Airport I won't see him anymore.
I won't see him anymore.