By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
1986
You can throw your luggage down
Lose your cool and stomp around
But there's nothin', nothin' you can do
Wipe away your girlfriend's tears
Go to the bar and have some beers
There ain't no way that bird's gettin' through
Chorus:
No plane on Sunday
Maybe be one come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's all you can do
'Til they get through
Overheard the engineer
Say somethin' 'bout the landin' gear
Now we're runnin' strictly on island time
I know you got someone back home
So do I it's tough alone
Aw come on, it's just a minor crime
Chorus:
No plane on Sunday
Check it again come Monday
Just a hopeless situation
Make the best of it's 'bout all you can do
Baby it's true
Shouldn't spend these precious hours tryin' to figure this out
We don't know where the story ends
Let's don't go back to just bein' friends
(instrumental)
So they went walkin' on the beach
Quarter moon within their reach
So they stole it and tucked it in their hearts
That's when they heard the engines hum
And realized the dawn had come
It was over, over from the start
Chorus:
No plane on Sunday
Just another lonely Monday
Aw make the best of a bad situation's
'Bout all you can do
Baby it's true