The Layover
I was settling in
The voice on the intercom said
Seats up, tray tables in
It's time to de-board the plane
I picked up my things
Turned and said my goodbyes
And got hit with
Some ice cold wind
Just as I walked by
I know I'm on my way
But I'm not moving forward
I'm stuck in the airport
Wondering when will my plane arrive
It's a layover in Denver
Autor(es): Myke Clements