Airplanes and Telephones

And our song plays on repeat in this bar, morning, noon and night are the worst parts

I'm running out of tears to cry

'Cause I've tried a box of red wine, gas station roses,

Rocks on a window, two in the morning

"In Your Eyes" on a boombox radio

'Cause I've tried a heart poured out like a cloud of rain, spray painted sorry on the side of a train

Can't get back those nights that I spent on airplanes and telephones

Last night in a dream, you rang and I was red-eyed on my way

There you were at the gate, with that I want you, kind of smile on your face

I woke up, called up, but you didn't pick up

Left a message saying baby this sucks

And I'm running out of tears to cry

'Cause I've tried a box of red wine, gas station roses, rocks on a window

Airplanes and telephones

Oklahoma City need a midnight flight, call you in a minute, can I spend the night?

Anything I gotta do to make it right, I want to

'Cause I've tried a box of red wine, gas station roses r

Rocks on a window, two in the morning

"In Your Eyes" on a boombox radio

'Cause I've tried a heart poured out like a cloud of rain, spray painted sorry on the side of a train

Can't get back those nights that I spent on airplanes and telephones

Airplanes and telephones

Airplanes and telephones