[Verse 1]
Look out on terminal three
I know it feels like the flying got the best of me
Now I'm gonna be grounded at gate sixteen on a flight to home
Wish I was a couple minutes from home
Got bedded in Motel 6 and I'm gonna be
Tryin' to get my evening fixed like a honey bee
Light blinks above my sink and I'm thinking of home
And I'm gonna be a little bit gone

[Chorus]
I could drive down 94
Pass by Ann Arbor
I've been held in Motor City
Winds are blowin' through
One more night in Motor City
Miles away from you
Now I'm on stand-by like a hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting
A hurricane waiting to move

[Verse 2]
Storm at the aeroplane door
Beating hard upon a black, cracked, tarmac floor
Now I know there'll be panic in your mind
And my eyes are sore, I don't wanna be stuck here no more
And I'm tired like I can't see straight
Gonna throw a stone inches from Prairie State, just a big debate Drifting out of time and it's getting late
Can you call the girl, just tell her my fate?