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No Plane On Sunday Written by - Jimmy Buffett & Mike Utley From - Floridays You can throw your luggage down Lose your cool and stamp around But there's nothin', nothin' you can do Wipe away your girlfriend's tears Go to the bar and have some beers There ain't no way the bird's gettin' through No plane on Sunday Maybe be one come Monday Just a hopeless situation Make the best of it's all you can do 'Til they get through Overheard the engineer Say somethin' 'bout the landing gear Now we're runnin' strictly on island time I know you got someone back home So do I, it's tough alone Aw, come on, 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 We shouldn't spend these precious hours Tryin' 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 walkin' on the beach Quarter moon within their reach So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts That's 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 Aw, make the best of a bad situation's 'Bout all you can do Baby, it's true Oh oh oh oh, baby, it's true Oh oh oh oh, baby, what's new Oh oh oh oh, baby, what's new |