Waiting in the West Just a plane ticket away But a ticket, a ticket that's gotta be paid Fly over my way I've got a comfy place for you to stay For a week or so I don't really know how it ended up this way But I do know On my shoulder is where I want her head to lay On my shoulder is where I want her head to stay Flying in from outer space You know I've been waiting to see that face So can you show me what I've been missing Give me a taste God himself molded you out of clay