One of the things writers often do is write as a cheap therapy alternative. I do a lot of that. Sometimes you write about things you really can’t talk about. But boy do I dig this song.

She’ll get around to going
One of these days
There’s somebody else waiting
Out by the old BNA

Chorus:
She’s a departing passenger
She’s leaving her baggage behind
She’s headed straight to L.A.
L.A. sits on my fault line

Thank God for cellular phones
Thank God for Jim Beam
It’s a lethal combination
That got the best of me

Chorus:
She’s a departing passenger
She’s leaving her baggage behind
She’s headed straight to L.A.
L.A. sits on my fault line

That old highway is coming
Before too long
It’s just a matter of time
Before she will be long gone

Chorus:
She’s a departing passenger
She’s leaving her baggage behind
She’s headed straight to L.A.
L.A. sits on my fault line

I should have seen it coming
Now I get to watch her go
Maybe I could have changed things
I guess I’ll never know

Chorus:
She’s a departing passenger
She’s leaving her baggage behind
She’s headed straight to L.A.
L.A. sits on my fault line

Bridge:
Maybe I’ll take a bottle
To the airport
Park my car by the runway
And count the planes as they depart

Chorus:
She’s a departing passenger
She’s leaving her baggage behind
She’s headed straight to L.A.
L.A. sits on my fault line

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey