Intro :
In the early morning r ain with a dollar in my h and
And an aching in my h eart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from h ome
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning r ain
With no place to go
Out on runway number n ine big seven-o-seven set to g o
But I'm stuck here on the g round
Where the cold winds blow
Your can't jump a jet p lane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on m y way
In the early morning rain
Hear her mighty engines r oar see the silver bird o n high
She's away and westward b ound
Far above my home she'll fly
Where the morning rain d on't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying past my h ome
In about 3 hours time
In the early morning r ain with a dollar in my h and
And an aching in my h eart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from h ome
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning r ain
With no place to go
In the early morning r ain
With no place to go