they allowed me one carry on

Well the fdr is snaking along
I reach for my luggage but they allowed me one carry on
And tic-tac taxis and tunnels that yawn
There's a tightening in my chest again

It's so humid it's like walking in a mouth
That sings salsa music so loud you can't sleep and those aren't rain clouds
As I make my way down bedford headed south
There's a tightening in my chest again

Bridge spires shrug like the shoulders of the town
Rooftops and long drops and elevators down
Six hundred foot supermodels smirk at you from downtown
There's a tightening in my chest again

There's a crackle in the air as an intercom sounds
"please stow all your luggage and keep you seatbelts fastened down
In another twenty minutes, folks, we'll be on the ground."
There's a tightening in my chest again

Words and music by michael johnson
© 2000 zubsongs, ltd.