I sat all day under the flight path and thought of you / You’ve been gone for less than a week but already I don’t know what’s true /
We talk of our sad existence like I don’t know how the world existed before I met you and now that you’re gone I’m blue /
From the start you were something to leave but somehow I got confused / ‘cause it was the leaving that pulled me back, yeah, it was the leaving that brought me to you /
And all the planes here have me thinking ‘bout you and what it’ll be like when you’re back for good / Now we’re talking ‘bout leaving together and holing up somewhere deep in the woods /
And this will be our year of reunions / counting down the seconds ‘til you’re here to stay / I won’t tell you that I’m tired of waiting / I’ll just feign patience, sleep through the day /
We’ll close the curtains and turn off the lights here / imagine the world has ceased to exist / Batten down hatches, ignore all the phone calls / picture it as a forbidden tryst /
‘Cause all of the world is telling us to prove what we have is real / But I don’t know how to put down on a form what I feel /
And this will be our year of reunions / counting down the seconds ‘til you’re here to stay / I won’t tell you that I’m tired of waiting / I’ll just feign patience, sleep through the day /
Is it so terrible that I want to stay as far from the airplanes as I can? / Riding the subway all day from the airport then home again / And things are not as they seem as we become less and less real to each other / Telephone wires get buried too deep ‘til the voices are smothered /
And this will be our year of reunions / counting down the seconds ‘til you’re here to stay / I won’t tell you that I’m tired of waiting / I’ll just feign patience, sleep through the day //
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Wednesday, January 3, 2007
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2 comments:
Flight Path!!!!
It sure is, baby! Every love song I've ever written, since I started writing songs at approximately age 15, is about you. Obviously.
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