Barefoot On An Airplane

Barefoot on an airplane
Sits across from me
Isle stretched between us
Makes it hard to see

Barefoot on an airplane
Puts her book down on her knee
Empties two white sugars
In her cup of tea

She doesn't have a smile
That turns heads on the street
She doesn't have the hair
That would make you miss a beat
She's not the most beautiful girl I've ever seen
But she's barefoot on an airplane
And she's down to earth for me

Barefoot on an airplane
Finally looks at me
Glances for a moment
And goes back to read

Barefoot on an airplane
Writes her number on a sheet
Airplane made of paper
On my shoulder hits

She doesn't have a smile...