Runway Romance - Brad Paisley

I was making my descent, to the old «BNA»

At gate number three, Concourse A

And on my radar, there I saw

A wide-body jet make me pitch and yaw

My runway romance

At gate number three

My runway romance, she runs

Away from me

She was cleared of first class, and I was coach

With stabilizers on, still made my approach

Then turbulence hit, to lay, to evolve

And when the weather cleared, she done took off

My runway romance

At gate number three

My runway romance, she runs

Away from me

She said that I had too much baggage

And she was traveling light

And she has reservation

So she went, and canceled our flight

My runway romance

At gate number three

My runway romance, she runs

My runway romance, so quick to the part

My runway romance, the wind and out of my heart