The Loneliness of the Long Flight Home Songtext
von Sunday (1994)

I took the pill you gave me
I′m cloudy but I am happier now
I fall asleep on tarmac
I'll wake up in the rain

I missed you before I left you
But now it′s getting stupid
I think I broke a knuckle
When I punched the wall again

I've got no signal on my phone
No one can ever truly know
The loneliness of the long flight home

Someone is sick behind me
Aren't we all, I whisper
I′m sat next to some loud mouth prick
Who′s talking about his sister


If the plane goes down
Before I come back for you
At least I died in a noble way
At least I died for you

I've got no signal on my phone
No one can ever truly know
The loneliness of the long flight home

You′re drinking a glass of Diet Coke
30,000 feet below
Oh the loneliness of the long flight home

I read the safety pamphlet back to back
Pick me up, take me home to your cul-de-sac
I feel strange, cabernet and alprazolam
And the trash that I've stuffed
In the chair in front
Is a souvenir from when I needed you dear

You′re drinking a glass of Diet Coke
30,000 feet below
Oh the loneliness of the long flight home

Of the long flight home