I am in Georgia, 7 am.
My plane had laid over,
While you laid in your bed.
I hate to leave you,
Wish I didn't have to.
I am in Georgia,
But my heart is with you..

Taxi had taken off,
Now my head's in the sky.
2,000 miles across,
30,000 feet high.
I write this song,
Just to get me through.
My heads in the sky,
But my heart is with you.

I pretend you're right beside me,
You take off your dress,
Fall asleep on my chest.
I'm back in L.A.
But it doesn't feel like home.
I just found this shirt,
The one you placed in my suitcase.
It smells like your skin.
And a bit of your perfume.
I am back in L.A.
But my heart is with you.

I pretend you're right beside me.
You take off your dress,
Fall asleep on my chest.

I'm back in L.A.
But it doesn't feel like home.
I just found this shirt,
The one you placed in my suitcase.
It smells like your skin.
And that Tom Ford perfume.
I am back in L.A.
But my heart is with you.
I am back in L.A.
But my heart is with you.
Wherever I go,
My heart stays with you.