Текст песни Runway Romance - Brad Paisley

I was making my descent
To the old NA
Gate number three
Concourse A
And on my radar
Then I saw
A white body jet made me pitch and young

My runway romance at gate number three
My runway romance she runs
Away from me

She was clearly first class
And I was coach
With stabilisers on
Still made my approach
Then turbulence hit
Too late to evolve
And when the weather cleared
She done took off

My runway romance to gate number three
My runway romance she runs
Away from me

She said that I had too much baggage
And she was traveling light
And she had reservations
So she went
And canceled our flight

My runway romance at gate number three
My runway romance she runs
My runway romance so quick to the part
My runway romance then went out of my heart