Christmas at an Irish Airport

Laying over an flight straight back from hell

Linda served a coffee from behind her blue eyes

An ocean still between me and my fare-thee-well

A stranger bought me a drink when he heard my accent

And Linda poured another me another shot of free caffeine

Guinness flowing just like the Drina river

But not a single drop of it meant for me

And the radio plays and the airplane waits

And Linda just smiles with her eyes

A hundred eighty days in a crazy place

Lord I can't wait for that airplane to fly

God, it seemed like Christmas at that Irish airport

Kieran and his friends kept pouring it on

All of them just laughing as we drank our coffee

Ewin and Dave shook their heads and just moved along

Red haired children and blue eyed girls in the airport

Laughed as we smoked our Drinas and our Walter Wolfs

Linda and her blue eyes kept on smiling

As we waited to get back home half around the world

And the radio plays and the airplane waits

And Linda just smiles with her eyes

A hundred eighty days in a crazy place

Lord I can't wait for that airplane to fly

Then I took a good long look around

Everybody staring at a bunch of clowns

Flight for Savannah boarding now

Nothing in the world can get me down

That's how I spent Christmas at an Irish airport

On a rainy cold September afternoon

It sure felt like Christmas at that Irish airport

We couldn't get back home a minute too soon