American Airlines

Check the papers for familiar names Spare a thought for mothers burying their sons Make sure my horoscope still reads the same I am the lucky one I'm the lucky, lucky one I'm the lucky, lucky one I'm the lucky, lucky one I'm the lucky, lucky one When asked why I'm traveling today Say I've got to get away sometimes You see that I'm my best self on my holidays For me and me alone the sun does shine Got to get away sometimes Got to get away sometimes Got to get away sometimes Got to get away sometimes Is there a life inside you now? Does it beat or is it still? I'd like to get to know for how A boy like you could be so ill A boy like you be so ill A boy like you be so ill A boy like you be so ill A boy like you be so ill But what am I supposed to do When faced with hardships hard as this? You may ask why I look forlorn I'll tell you that's the way it is What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? Going and going and going, going and gone We start out farther than the last each time In a Boeing jet of silver blue, coasting on desire lines Going and going and going and going Going and going and going, going, gone Going and going and going, going, gone Going and going and going, going, gone Going and going and going, going, gone