To the Airport - Nickel Creek
Composed by：Chris Thile/Sean Watkins/Sara Watkins/Mike Elizondo
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
For the put-upon
Bearers of bad news
Now and forever caught here
Between us and our due
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
Look at us trying to move
Look at us trying to move
To move through this world like it's our world
To move through this world like it's our world
And for the mom
Running stoically through
Each kid-unfriendly gauntlet
Doing the work of two
When the boarding process
Drops her off next to
A childless man of business
Whose cares are few
Enough to voice his problems with
Her toddler on fumes
I heard her tell him off like
Who the hell are you
To assess this job
That you could never do
Just put your headphones on man
Then away we flew
Look at us trying to move
Look at us trying to move
To move through this world like it's our world
To move through this world like it's our world
To move
Like it's our
