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 go



But 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 I've lost

On this quiet 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 you'd 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



But 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 I've lost