To The Airport Nickel Creek
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[Verse 1]
Here's a song
For the good folks who
We pay to look for bombs
In each other's boots
Sure this line is long
It's longer than my fuse
But you're just doing your job
And what a job you're doing
Look at us trying to move
[Verse 2]
For the put-upon
Bearers of bad news
Now and forever caught here
Between us and our due
There's platinums, golds, and silvers
Singing the Delta blues
You see how far we've gone together
Yet you still refuse me
The seat you know I want
And just forgot to choose
I guess you're doing your job
But what a job to do
Here's a song
For the good folks who
We pay to look for bombs
In each other's boots
Sure this line is long
It's longer than my fuse
But you're just doing your job
And what a job you're doing
Look at us trying to move
[Verse 2]
For the put-upon
Bearers of bad news
Now and forever caught here
Between us and our due
There's platinums, golds, and silvers
Singing the Delta blues
You see how far we've gone together
Yet you still refuse me
The seat you know I want
And just forgot to choose
I guess you're doing your job
But what a job to do
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