Airplanes

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish

To go back to a place much simpler than this.

Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'

And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion

And all the pandemonium and all the madness

There comes a time when you fade into the blackness.

And when you're staring at that phone in your lap

And you hoping but them people never call you back.

But that's just how the story unfolds.

You get another hand soon after you fold.

And when your plans unravel in the sand,

What would you wish for if you had one chance?

So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late.

I'm on my way so don't close that gate.

If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight

And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night.

~ B.o.B