Ticket To L.A. - Brett Young

Gate 22, two hour delay

She was waiting on a plane to L.A.

I didn’t see the harm in sittin' down

At the wrong gate

She said «Hello, where you headed to?»

I didn’t lie, but I bent the truth

Said «I'd go anywhere with you»

And before long

It was midnight in the middle of JFK

Tryna take her mind off the fallin' rain

I was saying anythin' to make her laugh

Never wanted anything so bad

She got me wishing that she could stay

Doesn’t even know that I missed my plane

Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade

For a ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah

A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah, yeah

She opened up after a drink

Said she’s starting law school in the spring

And by the time that she had three

I knew almost everything

Lightnin' flashed across the sky

I said it probably wasn’t safe to fly

Secretly, I hoped that she’d be stuck with me all night

It was midnight in the middle of JFK

Tryna take her mind off the fallin' rain

I was sayin' anything to make her laugh

Never wanted anything so bad

She got me wishin' that she could stay

Doesn’t even know that I missed my plane

Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade

For a ticket to L.A.

Now gate 22 is calling out her name

She wrote her number on my hand and walked away

Alone here in the middle of JFK

Sitting at a bar at an empty gate

I’d do anythin' to bring her back

Never wanted anything so bad

She got me wishin' that she could stay

Doesn’t even know that I missed my plane

Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade

For a ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah

A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah

A ticket to L.A.

A ticket to L.A.

A ticket to L.A.

Woo-hoo-hoo, woo-hoo-hoo

Woo-hoo-hoo

A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah