I am in Georgia, 7 a.m.
My plane had laid over,
While you were laying in your bed.
I hate to leave you,
Wish I didn’t have to.
I am in Georgia,
But my heart is with you...


Taxi had taken off,
Now my head in the sky.
2000 miles across，
30,000 feet high.
I write this song，
to get me through.
My head in the sky，
but my heart is with you.


I pretend you’re right beside me
You take off your dress
Fall asleep on my chest
I'm back in L.A.
But it doesn’t feel like home.
I just found this shirt,
One you placed in my suitcase.
Smells like your skin,
And a bit of your perfume.
I'm back in L.A.
But my heart is with you.


I pretend you’re right beside me.
You take off your dress,
Fall asleep on my chest.

I'm back in L.A.
But it doesn’t feel like home.
I just found this shirt,
One you placed in my suitcase.
Smells like your skin
And that Tom Ford perfume.
I'm back in L.A.
But my heart is with you.
I'm back in L.A.
But my heart is with you.
Wherever I go，
My heart stays with you.



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Thanks to (Carter Gisriel) for correcting these lyrics. Apr 20, 2009