Take a Sunday Flight

Take a Sunday flight

You’ll feel better

You want to get home on a Sunday night

You don’t want to get back

On a Monday morning

Everybody does that

Everybody stays that extra day

And comes home Monday morning

Then they’re back to their regular lives

In the middle of a Monday

Work the next day

Maybe they should get this done

Maybe they should send out some e-mails

That’s when you hear them say--

I need a vacation after my vacation

And it’s a cute thing to say

But they mean it

They really do

I always made it a point

To come home on a Sunday

And THEN take the Monday off

Kind of a luxury I guess

Well this is all luxury, right?
What we’re talking about?

But I’d come home on a Sunday night

And it made a big difference

I’ll tell you

Not rushing back into the week

Not trying to dive right back into

All the mess of it

Feeling like I needed

To pay for the relaxation

And rest

I just enjoyed

Now, don’t get me wrong

I wouldn’t go home

My plane would land

And I’d get a little room

In a hotel

Next to the airport

Because I just couldn’t take my kids

Jumping all over me

My wife bitching about something

The house a disaster area

I just--

I just couldn’t

Go away for a week

And then come back to

All that

Honestly I would have turned around

And walked out the door

All over again

So I started taking a Sunday flight in

And going home

To my home home I mean

On the Monday

Like I had just gotten in

Now that might sound selfish

And I suppose it is

But for me, you see

For me

It was vital

It was--

You pump out a few kids

With your wife

And you tell me

What a Sunday evening is like

At your house

I guarantee you

It’s not going to be pretty

And that extra day

When I was home

But not home

It felt like I got to be another person

And I never cheated

I never picked up a hooker

At the hotel bar

Or flirted with the girl

Who was giving me eyes in the lobby

That’s not what I wanted

That’s not why I gave myself an extra day

I just didn’t want to be

Anything that I had to be

All the other times I was home

A dad with kids falling off him

And a wife who could take him or leave him

It was so nice

To get that extra time to myself

Whether or not

Anybody would say

I deserved it

It didn’t matter

It was so nice

To fall asleep

All alone

In a hotel bed

Knowing that you’d wake up

To quiet

And nothing but

Quiet