I’m rushin’ through the white-lit lanes, napkins in the rain of announcements,
Boarding screens are flashing names, I’m checkin’ time and flight durations.
Where’s my gate, where’s my line, I’m scribblin’ notes in a travel diary,
Turbulence of plans collide, but I’ll find the lift that sets me free.
Pre-Chorus
Security lines twist like a melody, I’m hummin’ to the rhythm of the clock,
With every step I’m searchin’ for the key, to unlock the next boarding dock.I’m late late late
Oh, I’m flyin’ through the terminal, singin’ to the sky,
Wi‑Fi’s on the horizon, we’ll kiss the clouds goodbye.
If the plane’s delayed or the baggage’s late,
We’ll twist this journey into something great.
Yeah, we’ll ride the sky, we’ll ride the sky,
Together we’ll find a brighter way up high.
I’ve got a note for the desk, a story in my carry-on pockets,
Missing bag or a connecting mess, I’ll script it in a chorus of rocket pockets.
Receipt in my pocket, it’s a passport to a solution,
Staff and screens align as one, turning chaos into resolution.
I’ll file the tale with a hopeful grin, a melody in every line,
Cause every setback’s just a chorus spin, and the chorus makes us shine.
Oh, I’m flyin’ through the terminal, singin’ to the sky,
Wi‑Fi’s on the horizon, we’ll kiss the clouds goodbye.
If the plane’s delayed or the baggage’s late,
We’ll twist this journey into something great.
Yeah, we’ll ride the sky, we’ll ride the sky,
Together we’ll find a brighter way up high.
Lost and found, a whisper loud, the spark of help is on the way,
A wheelchair, a rebook, a quiet room—turn the night to a brighter day.
Hold onto hope, let’s trade the fear for a cheer,
Cause every mile’s a memory near.
Oh, I’m flyin’ through the terminal, singin’ to the sky,
Wi‑Fi’s on the horizon, we’ll kiss the clouds goodbye.
If the plane’s delayed or the baggage’s late,
We’ll twist this journey into something great.
Yeah, we’ll ride the sky, we’ll ride the sky,
Together we’ll find a brighter way up high.
Outro
So here’s to gates and weathered skies, to tickets, hugs, and coffees warm,
We’ll chart a course through wandering signs, and rise above the blue and storm.
Flyin’ through the terminal, with a rhythm we can trust,
Chorus in our hearts, a little travel magic, and a lot of us.
