Verse 1:
Isn’t life so strange? Get situations that just cannot be arranged.
Got home late last night.  Found out my baby’s getting on the next flight. 

Pre-chorus 1:
I’d like to try romance, if I just had one more chance.

Chorus:
I find it more than just a little ironic
That my baby’s on a supersonic
And I’m getting no-where stuck in traffic on Lover’s Lane. 

Verse 2:
She left a little note.  “You don’t deserve me.” Yeah, I think that was the quote.
Can’t take another day, I’m leaving now don’t know a reason I should stay.”

Pre-chorus 2:
She thinks I didn’t care, now she’s off to who knows where. 

Bridge:
And I wish I could fly so high like Superman.
I’d take her ‘cross the ocean through the clouds because I can.

Verse 3:
I hope she missed her flight.  Lost her ticket, had a reservation oversight.
Why did I take this turn?  I hope I’m not the type who never seems to learn.

Pre-chorus 3:
Now the traffic’s stopped and this street’s like one big parking lot

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