American Airlines Songtext
von The Golden Dregs

Check the papers for familiar names
Spare a thought for mothers burying their sons
Make sure my horoscope still reads the same
I am the lucky one

I′m the lucky, lucky one
I'm the lucky, lucky one
I′m the lucky, lucky one
I'm the lucky, lucky one

When asked why I'm traveling today
Say I′ve got to get away sometimes
You see that I′m my best self on my holidays
For me and me alone the sun does shine

Got to get away sometimes
Got to get away sometimes
Got to get away sometimes
Got to get away sometimes


Is there a life inside you now?
Does it beat or is it still?
I'd like to get to know for how
A boy like you could be so ill

A boy like you be so ill
A boy like you be so ill
A boy like you be so ill
A boy like you be so ill

But what am I supposed to do
When faced with hardships hard as this?
You may ask why I look forlorn
I′ll tell you that's the way it is

What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?

Going and going and going, going and gone
We start out farther than the last each time
In a Boeing jet of silver blue, coasting on desire lines
Going and going and going and going


Going and going and going, going, gone
Going and going and going, going, gone
Going and going and going, going, gone
Going and going and going, going, gone