L.A. International Airport - Susan Raye

Standing in that silent hall,
Waitin’ for that final call,
Says he doesn’t love me anymore.
Shakin’ hands, I packed the bag,
Tramblin’ voice I called the cag,
Slowly I start walking to the door.
The cabarise he blows his horn,
I stumbled out in early morn’,
Tell him off the place I’ve got to go.
Here the hundred signal lights,
Paiter bills and traffic light,
Gettin’ through these doors it’s been so slow.

L.A. International Airport,
Where the big Jet Engines roll.
L.A. International Airport,
I want to see him anymore.

Stewardess in mini skirt,
Hippie in a leather shirt,
Started on the way to make his roll.
While I’m wondrin’ where it’s at,
I see fairest diplomat,
Call it’s kids are tryin’ to get back home.
Baggage card goes quickly by,
See my face and I start to cry,
Tumbled to the lounge to be alone.
And while I’m tryin’ to get some rest,
I bucked my lips and tried my best,
To fight the pain that’s making me leave home.

L.A. International Airport,
Where the big Jet Engines roll.
L.A. International Airport,
I want to see him anymore.

With silver wings across the sky,
Paper trails that wave goodbye,
To those below who’ve got to stay at home.
I wish that I had flown at night,
So I could take that champion flight,
Written myself of every tear I’ve owned.
Sorrin’ high above the heavens,
In the seven fourty seven,
Fighting back the tears that fears my eyes.
The captain’s voice so loud and clear,
Amplifies into my ear,
Assurrin’ me I’m flyin’ friendly style.

L.A. International Airport,
Where the big Jet Engines roll.
L.A. International Airport,
I want to see him anymore.

L.A. International Airport,
Where the big Jet Engines roll.
L.A. International Airport,
I want to see him anymore.