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I’m just waiting in the airport
For a flight I’m not sure will come
My eyes are drowsy, I want to die
And I wish I was in her arms
I look around the terminal
Filled with tired people and staff
I want to just grow wings and fly
In order to have her back
My white pants are slowly growing stains
As the minutes keep passing by
I have a month in Cali to go
Why didn’t I stay with her, why?
We could’ve seen the snow melt
We could’ve seen flowers bloom
And dance under the twinkling stars
To an old Brian May tune
But I still have my semester
In good old California
I can’t wait to leave this state
Because I will not miss ya
And then I will be back there
And in her loving embrace
Away from Southwest Flight 54
And the horrors of my home place