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