Текст Paul Weller – Early Morning Rain

This is the one

In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart

Out on runway number nine
Seven-O-seven set to go
But I’m stuck here on the ground
Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She’ll be rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high
She’s away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she’ll fly
Where the morning rain don’t fall
And the sun always shines
She’ll be flying over my home
In about three hours time

So the airports got me down
It’s no earthly good to me
‘Cause I’m stuck here on the ground
Bored and drunk as I can be
You can’t jump a jet plane