One way ticket, window seat
Heartache at 30, 000 feet
The future fades into memories
I'll get by somehow

Three point landing at LAX
Pockets filled with traveller's cheques
Passenger filled with regrets
It's all too clear to me now

We're just like "I Love Lucy" and drive-in movies
And cars that run on regular gas
War love letters and high school sweaters
Beetle boots and bell bottom pants
Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees
And all the things that weren't meant to last
It's sad to find that you and I are nothing
But a thing of the past

No one's waitin' to meet my plane
Two thousand miles and I feel the same
Only the hotel clerk knows my name
And that's just fine with me

Out the window the crowded streets are lined
With people with someone to meet
While I sit here keepin' company
With what used to be

We're just like "I Love Lucy" and drive- in movies
And cars that run on regular gas
War love letters and high school sweaters
Beetle boots and bell bottom pants
Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees
And all the things that weren't meant to last
It's sad to find that you and I are nothin'
But a thing of the past

It's sad to find that you and I are nothin'
But a thing of the past