In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home, Lord, I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go

Out on runway number nine a big 707 set to go
And, I'm stuck here in the grass where the pavement never grows
Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast

Well, there she goes, my friend, she'll be rolling down at lastHear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high

She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll flyThere the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me

And I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train

So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

you can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train

So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain 

Gordon Lightfoot, 1966