The Business Class Singer/Songwriter

The Business Class

From JFK to SFO

We let the sad times and the alcohol flow

One hundred days out of the year

I?ve conquered love and suppressed my fear

I?m feeling low

Up here where the Jetstream blows

CHORUS

You don?t get mad about it

Sad about it

You don?t feel it breaking your heart

But all the same

It dims the flame anyway

Just carry on, no check-in bag

Travel light, reduce the drag

From coast to coast

From gate to gate

This is my lot

This is my fate

My heart?s gone cold

All I am is bought and sold

From JFK to SFO

We let the sad times and the alcohol flow

From Business Class to the back of the bus

What is this life doing to us?

My heart?s going to die

Through lack of exercise