Ticket To L.A.
- Brett Young (2018)You are listening to the song Ticket To L.A. by Brett Young, writer by Jon Nite;Zach Crowell;Brett Young in album Ticket To L.A.. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Gate 22, two hour delay
She was waiting on a plane to L.A.
I didn't see the harm in sittin' down
At the wrong gate
She said "Hello, where you headed to?"
I didn't lie, but I bent the truth
Said "I'd go anywhere with you"
And before long.
[Chorus:]
It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryna take her mind off the fallin' rain
I was saying anythin' to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishing that she could stay
Doesn't even know that I missed my plane
Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade
For a ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Verse 2:]
She opened up after a drink
Said she's starting law school in the spring
And by the time that she had three
I knew almost everything
Lightnin' flashed across the sky
I said it probably wasn't safe to fly
Secretly, I hoped that she'd be stuck with me all night.
[Chorus:]
It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryna take her mind off the fallin' rain
I was sayin' anything to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin' that she could stay
Doesn't even know that I missed my plane
Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade
For a ticket to L.A.
[Bridge:]
Now gate 22 is calling out her name
She wrote her number on my hand and walked away.
[Chorus:]
Alone here in the middle of JFK
Sitting at a bar at an empty gate
I'd do anythin' to bring her back
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin' that she could stay
Doesn't even know that I missed my plane
Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade
For a ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A.
Woo-hoo-hoo, woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah.
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