Текст: Alkaline Trio. Crimson. Smoke.

Over and out of it for one more plane ride out
I'm not sure and never was if this would all head south, or what
Wait here a month or two will pass, I'm sure I won't
Faith dear, enough to get you by until we're home

And I wish, I don't wish I still smoked
And I wish that I wrote you one original note

Take me home, tuck me in
Moon go down, do it again
Take me home, tuck me in
Moon go down, do it again

Over and out of it for one more plane ride out
I'm not sure and never was if this would all head south

And I wish, I don't wish I still smoked
And I wish that I wrote you one original note

Take me home, tuck me in
Moon go down, do it again
Take me home, tuck me in
Moon go down, do it again