Metal Airplanes - Matthew Good

On a plane, somewhere over the sea

Above the rain, the bottle sets me free

I turn to stone, fall back in my seat

The cuts are gone but somehow I’m still bleeding

You know it’s true

There’s nothing I can do about you

Move to France

La Rochelle or Nice

Get a house

Pretend to live in peace

Paint the walls

A blackout of your face

Stalk the halls

Then move into the basement

You know its true

There’s nothing I can do

Pick a fight, it’s just you being right

Walk away, there’s nothing I can say

You know it’s true

There’s nothing I can do about you

So don’t you mind the gap when you leave

There’ll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow

Broken up like tanker on the rocks

Not made of much

I’m like the Cubs against the Sox

On a plane, somewhere over the sea

I fall asleep convinced that I ain’t breathing

You know it’s true

There’s nothing I can do

Pick a fight, it’s just you being right

Walk away, there’s nothing I can say

You know it’s true

There’s nothing I can do about you

So don’t you mind the gap when you leave

There’ll be time enough to turn tail tomorrow