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©
1996-2007
khanada rhodes
air miles
i'm leaving home (i'm leaving home)
i'm going home (i'm going home)
i'm leaving the fire (i'm going home)
i'm going home (i'm leaving the fire)
i'm leaving the cold (i'm leaving the finery)
i'm leaving the finery (i'm leaving the cold)
i'm going home (where it's warm)
to where it's warm (i'm going home)
a connection made what direction
is this taking off make motion sickness
i'm leaving home
i'm going home
i'm leaving the love
my heart's lost desire
my tickets arriving
feels like i'm flying
atlantic crossing and it's time to be leaving
one last time god give me one last time give me
one last shot at it and i'll be no more miller's man
then there'll be no more lying
no more screaming and crying
no more groping to feed off the wide open spaces
when you get up
don't know myself anymore
who was i last time i'm just an airline ticket to an
out of town place i'm a slice of americana lying under dust
you mean you don't have any answers you say
you're swimming upstream too
you try to find some identity just by running the race
a connection made what direction is this taking off
makes motion sickness when you get up