Waiting…
How can someone so close
Be allowed to be so far away?
Your red leaves fall in the evening,
While I'm waking up to smog these days.
You know how I love when the sun touch my skin,
But I still miss your thoughts on rain.
So come and save me over the thin phone line.
One of those days,
Where you learn to fly
With broken wings; now
My thoughts are on an airplane home,
While my feet are still on the ground.
Just one of those days,
Where you learn to fly with broken wings.
But you were never late
To pick up the phone and call.
Now it's fall and I miss
Making love in the Sunday afternoon sunlight
Wednesday, Thursday.
One down, a billion to go
With glasses foggy you're losing sight…
So come and I'll save you over this thin phone line.
One of those days,
Where you learn to fly
With broken wings; now
My thoughts are on an airplane home,
While my feet are still on the ground.
Just one of those days,
Where you learn to fly with broken wings.