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• Artiste: Shel Silverstein
• Titre: That Plane
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play meThe traffic at this hour is so thick That he's afraid he might be late. Her flight arrives at seven ten And he remembers how the lady hates to wait. And he remembers losing her And begging her to give him time to change. Now his mind is numb 'cuz the time has come... His final chance is coming in on that plane. She fastens up her seat belt And nervously she finishes her drink. And all night flight from L.A. can give a woman A little bit too much time to think. And she hopes deep in her heart that he'll be different But she knows he'll be the same. And she wonders if the stewardess would be kind enough To just let her stay on that plane. That plane settling in to the heavy city haze Where she remembers guilty nights and baby-please-forgive-me days. That plane screaming as loud as the pain that they both feel As she slowly unfastens her belt and he clutches the wheel. He's one mile from the airport. Damn traffic's backed up all along the lane. She waits five minutes -- takes a breath -- And turns around and gets back on the airplane. She'll ride it through to Denver. She's got friends there -- they could spend a little time 'Cuz she knew he'd never be there, And he knows she never was the waiting kind. That plane rising up into the heavy city haze Where she remembers guilty nights and baby-please-forgive-me days. That plane screaming as loud as the pain that they both feel... As she slowly unfastens her belt and he clutches the wheel.