Pretend That Airplanes Are Like Shooting Stars

" I could use a dream

Or a genie or a wish

To go back to a place

Much simpler than this

'Cause after all the partyin'

And smashin' and crashin'

And all the glitz 

And glam and the fashion

And all the pandemonium

And all the madness

There comes a time

Where you fade

To the blackness

And when you're staring

At that phone in your lap

And you hopin'

But them people

Never call you back

But that's just

How the story unfolds

You get another hand

And soon after you fold

And when your plans unravel

And they sayin'

What would you wish for

If you had one chance

So airplane, airplane

Sorry I'm late

I'm on my way

So don't close that gate

If I don't make that

Then I'll switch my flight

And I'll be right back at it

By the end of the night "

- B.o.B. ft. Hayley Williams, Airplanes (I Could Really Use A Wish Right Now)