Letra da Música: Air Miles - John Taylor

I'm leaving home (I'm leaving home).
I'm going home (I'm going home).
I'm leaving the fire (I'm going home).
I'm going home (I'm leaving the fire).
I'm leaving the cold (I'm leaving the finery).
I'm leaving the finery (I'm leaving the cold).
I'm going home (Where it's warm).
To where it's warm (I'm going home).

A CONNECTION MADE WHAT DIRECTION IS THIS
TAKING OFF MAKE MOTION SICKNESS.

I'm leaving home. I'm going home.
I'm leaving the love.
My hearts lost desire.
My tickets arriving.
Looks like I'm flying.
Atlantic crossing and it's time to be leaving.
One last time god give me one last time give me.
One last shot at it and I'll be no more Miller's man.
Then there'll be no more lying.
No more screaming and crying.
No more groping to feed off the wide open spaces.

WHEN YOU GET UP.

Don't know myself anymore.
Who was I last time
I'm just an airline ticket to an out of date place
I'm a slice of Americana lying under dust.
You mean you don't have any answers you say.
You're swimming upstream too you
Try to find some identity just by running the race.

A CONNECTION MADE WHAT DIRECTION IS THIS
TAKING OFF MAKES MOTION SICKNESS-WHEN YOU GET UP.