from the back of a rental carthrough the mist and the 
rain
I see the sign
first turns one color
then another
with a torrential splashing
I say goodbye
I don't want to move away
I don't want to move away
and when you call
I listen
and when you call
I listen
there's nothing more depressing to me
then the fluourescent lights
of an airport lounge
you could be coming
you could be going
but either way you have to say goodbye
I don't want to move away
I don't want to move away
and when you call
I listen
and when you call
I listen