(suzy bogguss/doug crider)

Half empty airport, planes at the gate
They tell her its full, she says shell wait
Shes been here all evening sitting all alone
Watching the business men talk on the phone
She fixes her make up, cleans out her purse

Leaving is hard, but staying is worse
Just for a moment it crosses her mind
She could go back, no not this time

Its almost midnight, and they just called her name
Shes on that last flight, now nothings the same
Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
Shes all through crying, now shes flying
Taking that red-eye home

Sitting in smoking, but she doesnt smoke
A traveling salesman tells her a joke
She just stares out the window as theyre packing that jet
Not quite sad, but shes not laughing yet

Its almost midnight, and they just called her name
Shes on that last flight, now nothings the same
Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
Shes all through crying, now shes flying
Taking that red-eye home

Its just eleven fifty-four but its a new day
Theyre starting to board, shes flying away

Its almost midnight, and they just called her name
Shes on that last flight, now nothings the same
Her ticket says standby, but she can stand on her own
Shes all through crying, now shes flying
Taking that red-eye home

Shes all through crying, shes flying
Taking that red-eye home