Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Young
Lead Vocals
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
David Huff
Programming
Ben Caver
Background Vocals
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Zach Crowell
Programming
Jerry Roe
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Jimmy Harnen
Executive Producer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Mike Griffith
Studio Personnel
Laurel Kittleson
Studio Personnel
Janice Soled
Studio Personnel
Brianna Steinitz
Studio Personnel
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Ben Caver
Additional Engineer
Noah Needleman
Additional Engineer
Gabe Burch
Assistant Recording Engineer
Seth Morton
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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?"
I didn't lie but I bent the truth
Said, "I'd go anywhere with you"
And before long
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
Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade
For a ticket to L.A.
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
Writer(s): Zach Crowell, Jon Nite, Brett Young
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