No Plane On Sunday - Jimmy Buffett

You can throw your luggage down

Lose your cool and stomp around

But there’s nothing, nothing you can do

Wipe away your girlfriend’s tears

Go to the bar and have some beers

There ain’t no way that bird’s getting through

No plane on Sunday

Maybe be one come Monday

Just a hopeless situation

Make the best of it’s all you can do

To make it through

Over heard the engineer

Say something bout the landing gear

Now we’re running strictly on island time

I know you’ve got someone back home

So do I it’s tough alone

Oh c’mon, it’s just a minor crime

No plane on Sunday

Check it again come Monday

Just a hopeless situation

Make the best of it’s 'bout all you can do

Baby it’s true

Shouldn’t spend these precious hours trying to figure this out

We don’t know where the story ends

Let’s don’t go back to just being friends

So they went walking on the beach

Quarter moon within their reach

So they stole it, and tucked it in their hearts

Cause when they heard the engines hum

And realized the dawn had come

It was over, over from the start

No plane on Sunday

Just another lonely Monday

Make the best of a Bad situation’s 'bout all you can do

Baby it’s true

Ohhhhhhhhh baby it’s true

Ohhhhhhhhh baby what’s new

Ohhhhhhhhh baby what’s new