Airports Songtext
von Tommy Hools

There′s a sniffer dog on patrol
There's a ticket girl on the phone
There′s a president going home
There's a stewardess feeling low
There's a magazine on the floor
There′s a flight delay thanks to snow
There′s a woman crying all alone
There's an immigrant let to go...
At airports around the world...
I got the kids... we′re getting out of here
To airports around the world...
There's a sadness you can′t describe
There's a pilot ready to fly
There′s a first time away from a lover
There's a drug squad under cover
There's someone afraid to die The sting of perfume in your eyes
There′s executive shoes to shine
At airports around the world...
I got the kids... we′re getting out of here
To airports around the world...
There's an elevator door held open
There′s a military presence holding
There's a telephone out of order
There′s a coffee cup left tipped over
There's a look in an eye that has seen it before
No denying its power its heaviness or for a safety a presence
A mothering kind a religion a comfort for someone to find
At airports around the world...
I got the kids... we′re getting out of here
To airports around the world...