There's a sniffer dog on patrol
There's a ticket girl on the phone
There's a president going home
There's a stewardess feeling low
There's a magazine on the floor
There's a flight delay thanks to snow
There's a woman crying all alone
There's an immigrant let to go...
At airports around the world...
I got the kids... we're getting out of here
To airports around the world...
There's a sadness you can't describe
There's a pilot ready to fly
There's a first time away from a lover
There's a drug squad under cover
There's someone afraid to die
The sting of perfume in your eyes
There's executive shoes to shine
At airports around the world...
I got the kids... we're getting out of here
To airports around the world...
There's an elevator door held open
There's a military presence holding
There's a telephone out of order
There's a coffee cup left tipped over
There's a look in an eye that has seen it before
No denying its power its heaviness or for a safety a presence
A mothering kind a religion a comfort for someone to find
At airports around the world...
I got the kids... we're getting out of here
To airports around the world...
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