Song Lyrics

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine, 707s set to go
And I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows
And the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes my friend, she's going down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away in westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall, where the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport has brought me down, it's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

Gordon Lightfoot