End of the Line

END OF THE LINE I was standing at the end of the line Waiting for an airline ticket I just wanted to go home for the first time in five years The line didn't seem to be moving and my patience were growing thin So I stepped up to the counter and said to the lady with a grin If I don't get home for Christmas It's gonna be on your head My Grandpa's been mighty sick of late And before I get there he may be dead If that should happen to me, I don't know what I'll do Can you possibly bend the rules just a little 'Cause I'd do the same for you The lady at the ticket counter, with a tear running down her cheek Said give me just a minute and I'll see what I can do I know just how you feel since I have been there too Well the moral of this story is don't stay gone so long Go where the family loves you and the ties are truly strong If you humble yourself and swallow your pride I think you will find that you won't be somewhere waiting Standing at the end of the line