In the early morning rain
With ten pound in my hand
With an aching in my mind
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
Lord, I miss my loved one so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
707 set to go
And I'm standing on the grass
Where the cold, cold winds blow
Well the mangoes tasted good
And the girls were loving fast
And I'm still feeling high
From that three day fast
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the sun, it always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home
In about three hours time
Well, this old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
So I best move the neurons
And work for humanity
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain