Текст Brett Young – Ticket To L.A.

Gate 22, two hour delay
She was waitin’ on a plane to L.A.
I didn’t see the harm in sittin’ down at the wrong gate
She said, «Hello, where you headed to?»

It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryin’ to take my mind off the fallin’ rain
I was sayin’ anything to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I’ve missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A.
Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A
Yeah, yeah, yeah

She opened up after a drink
Said, she started law school in the spring
And by the time that she had three
I know almost everything
Lightnin’ flashed across the sky
I said, it probably wasn’t safe to fly
Secretly, I hoped that she’d be stuck with me all night

It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryin’ to take my mind off the fallin’ rain
I was sayin’ anything to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I’ve missed my plane

And now Gate 22 is callin’ out her name
She wrote her number on my hand and walked away

Alone here in the middle of JFK
Sittin’ near the bar in an empty gate
I’d do anything to bring her back
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I’ve missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A.
Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A
Yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A., yeah
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A.

A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah