I see a plane a comin'
It's almost at the gate
Ain't seen my wife and kids
And it's getting really late
I'm stuck in Dallas Fort Worth
And I'm a billin' fool
But that plane's not going
To John Wayne very soon

When I was just a rookie
My manager told me so
Always make your number
Or you will have to go
So I sold my soul to Microsoft
And now I have to pay
When I hear that bordin' call
I bow my head and pray

I hope I get an upgrade
Cause I really need to sleep
There's screamin' kids in coach
And I hate middle seats
But I think I'm screwed no matter
Cause weathers movin' in
I gotta quit this travel
Or it will do me in

They tell me I'm a senior
And deals are closin' fast
You better learn the software
But no time to take a class
As you gotta make your number
Or you will have to go
So I spend my nights and weekends
For someone else's goal