last flight out

Butch Walker

I m eighth in line on a US Air
And now you re paying the parking fare
I can still see your imprint on the terminal glass

I tried to back out, I tried to stay home
Tried to avoid picking up the phone
Knowing that this call could be your last

And as I take off, my heart won t stop
The sky looks like an Astro Pop
Oh, red and blue
I m sure gonna miss you

I m next in line as the lady stares
At a messed up fucker with messed up hair
She probably felt like this sometime along
Maybe she lived a Harlequin life
Been a perfect mother and an average wife
Maybe she just wonders what went wrong

And as I take off, my heart won t stop
The sky looks like an astro pop
Oh, red and blue
I m sure gonna miss you

Is this all there really is?
Life after you
Is it all there really is?
What else can I do?
I m just gonna taste your kiss
No matter who I m with
It s gonna be yours

And as I take off, my heart won t stop
The sky looks like an astro pop
Oh, red and blue
I m sure gonna miss you

I m sure gonna miss you
Is this all there really is?