at the end of the runway
that's where we go
under the stars
to watch the planes come and go

we'll see them little ones and big jumbo jets
I'll kiss her and then we forget about
all of the bad things that get us down
just holdin' each other
and listening to the crickets' sound

sha la la la la la
ooo
sha la la la la la
ooo

at the end of the runway
well, that's where they go
and feelings grow and grow
and to the end of the runway
well, that's where we'll go
that's where feelings grow and grow
here we go

well, I see the girls and boys
as each other's hearts they're trying to win
they may take a walk along a beach somewhere
or go to a planetarium
with all its magic and wonder
well, it's the same magic I feel
when I'm lying back beneath the stars
way in the backskirts from my home town
just holdin' each other
and listening to the crickets' sound

sha la la la la la
ooo
sha la la la la la
ooo

at the end of the runway
well, that's where they go
and feelings grow and grow
and to the end of the runway
well, that's where we'll go
that's where feelings grow and grow

sha la la la la la
ooo
sha la la la la la
ooo