Travel
My legs were slowly shaking
As I headed for the door
My heart was banging loudly
My jaw down on the floor
Luggage in my left hand
Passport in my right
Going to the airport
And I ain't feeling right
Terrified of aeroplanes
What am I gonna do
But this is something I can't miss
If I want to be with you
Walking through the airport
I started feeling weak
My lips were gently trembling
And I could barely speak
I look out through the window
And see his massive plane
What am I doing to myself
I'm sure I've gone insane
I sit down on the aeroplane
Safety belt locked tight
Engines started roaring
This give me such a fright
Up above the big white clouds
I kinda felt quite good
I thought I'd travel all the time
If I knew that I could
When it was finally over
And I stepped out onto earth
Everything was beautiful
Sun and sea and surf
The aeroplane experience
Is one that I will treasure
Travelling strangely through the sky
Will stay with me for ever.
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