LAX - Claire Rosinkranz

10:00 PM, LAX, black sweats, everybody’s going

Somewhere no way of knowing, outside everyone’s smoking

I grab my coffee at 11:00

People watching’s an obsession

And I watch the man who’s in a rush

The mom who tells her baby hush

The couple who makes each other blush

The couple who makes each other blush

Buckling seatbelts, skies like pink milk, flying from my problems

When I come home I’ll solve 'em, running from hearts of solemn

I watch the clouds glow through my window

Buzzing music in my headphones, and I see a boy across the aisle

The people who never seem to smile

Together we’re all just going miles

Together we’re all just going miles

And I’ll never see them again but here I am

Yeah, I’ll never see them again but here I am

10:00 PM, LAX, black sweats, everybody’s going

Somewhere no way of knowing, outside everyone’s smoking

I grab my coffee at 11:00

People watching is an obsession

And I watch the man who’s in a rush

The mom who tells her baby hush

The couple who makes each other blush

The couple who makes each other blush