• Lyrics: Richard James and Eric Stoltz

I thought it would be forever
Didn't think that she would sever
After all we'd had a pretty solid run
But in the winter I got tired
And she thought that I'd retired
And went out to score herself a little fun

For a while I'd felt so lost
Didn't calculate the cost
Of finding myself alone in this here life
So I cast out a wide net
Went all in on the bet
Better buckle down and find yourself a wife

I'm leaving on the next plane
Don't need no bags to pack
Just get me on that runway, in the air
On the next plane
Might not be very soon
But now Ive got this little tune to sing to you

I could've been more specific
Hadn't thought of the Pacific
But you know these legs ain't what they used to be
But those pictures she would send
Have now got me on the mend
And this old gal may be my cup of tea

I was a man out on a mission
And should've followed that suspicion
Instead of walking tall on broken legs
But ever since the day I met her
I never should have let her
Try to drink me straight on down to the dregs

I'm leaving on the next plane
Don't need no bags to pack
Just get me on that runway, in the air
On the next plane
Might not be very soon
At least Ive got this little tune to sing to you

I heard it crashed and burned
You think I've never learned
Sure it's hard for this old dog to learn new tricks
But if you'd give it one more chance
To savor this last dance
I don't think it would be too broke to fix

I'm leaving on the next plane
Don't need no bags to pack
Just get me on that runway, in the air
On the next plane
It might not be very soon
At least I've got this little tune to sing to you
On the next plane
Don't need no bags to pack
Just get me on that runway, in the air
On the next plane
It might not be very soon
At least I've got this little tune to sing to you