Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart                           And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home                                 And I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain             With no place to go Out on runway number nine big seven-o-seven set to go But I'm stuck here on the ground                            Where the cold winds blow Your can't jump a jet plane                             Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way                 In the early morning rain Hear her mighty engines roar  see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound                                   Far above my home she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall                        And the sun always shines She'll be flying past my home             In about 3 hours time In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart                           And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home                                 And I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain             With no place to go In the early morning rain             With no place to go