Flight 112
the sun's risen from the east,
my eyes are filled with sleep
as I crawl out from the bed
clumsily with a heavy head,
I'm leaving on Flight 112.
the folks gather by the door,
my suitcase is on the floor,
I have got to pack my things,
there is no time left to waste,
I'm leaving on Flight 112.
and now it is eleven fifty five,
the time has finally arrived,
a voice on the mike's calling,
"everybody, please check in,
your Flight 112 is waiting."
the engines are all starting,
I am having a shaky feeling,
the plane is slowly moving,
I hear a young lady saying,
"welcome aboard Flight 112."
goodbye to the home I love,
goodbye to all that's familiar,
the sweet girl I leave behind,
here I come, city of strangers,
I'm coming on Flight 112.
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