Gonna Take Her For a Ride on a Big Jet Plane

I love when I receive inboxes that tell me of stories. Simple stories. Like how someone heard the song Big Jet Plane on a makeup advert on tv and HAD to know what song it was, then later referred the song to me and my music taste. Though I too had heard the song in the makeup commercial my thoughts just went to I wish this song was about me or reminded someone of me. It's weird how things pan out. Seeing as a former friend's random kindness that day towards me was by sending me this song with a meaning to it. Not that the meaning is in the lyrics. But more so in his actions. He claims to hate me, yet when music comes on that resembles what I would play for him the old him slips through those broken sharp pieces of him and comes back to me. It's almost comforting to know that his "hate" is as weak as his spelling.

Angus and Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane
She said, hello mister
Pleased to meet ya
I wanna hold her
I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies 
She smelled of daisies
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey, hey
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey
Be my lover
My lady river
Can I take ya
Take ya higher

Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane 
Hey hey
Gonna hold ya,
Gonna kiss ya in my arms 
Gonna take ya,
Away from harm 


Gonna hold ya,
Gonna kiss ya in my arms 
Gonna take ya,
Away from harm 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Hey hey 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Hey hey 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Hey hey 
Gonna take her for a ride on a big jet plane
Hey hey