I cannot be where the weather is fair
With you on the ground — me in the air
Where whistling engines drink up restless hearts
I can still taste the last call — I still feel the bar
The plotting of managers in fast open cars
Racing the agents — chasing the ancients
To the corner stores — to pick out our potions
I, like the others, believe we were born
To bleed at the borders to sleep with the storm
I must confess I have laid down
Where stronger men dared not to
I miss you- I miss you
There is nothing I can take
There is nothing I can do
To keep from running away
I know of what Iґve lost
On this quite night
I still felt your grasp upon me
As I boarded the flight
And I watched you there in the window
I wondered how long youґd stay
Waving your arms at the jumbo
As it tore us both away
I wish I could just turn myself around
Follow my heart back to you on the ground
But I know just for tonight
is harder to hear than goodbye
I miss you — I miss you
There is nothing I can take
There is nothing I can do
To keep from running away
At any cost
To keep from turning around
Just to see what Iґve lost