Traffic for 2010 December 2

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I'm standing here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say good-bye

But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn

The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn

Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you'll wait for me

Hold me like you'll never let me go

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane

Don't know when I'll be back again

Oh baby, I hate to go