Lyrics A Few More Hours at YYZ - Billy Raffoul

A Few More Hours at YYZ

While I’m bitching about a few more hours at YYZ
Someone’s wishing for a few more hours before death
Comes to collect their beloved from their side
Perspective it has never been a strong suite of mine
I should call my grandmother you know
It’s not her fault we don’t always see eye to eye
Life is short so why not say the words
While they can be heard while we still got time
You, you, you really oughta know that you’re beautiful
On a flight from Metropolitan to JFK
I sat behind an argument already underway
Eventually they peacefully agreed to disagree
If the right to bear was worth the life it buries
You should call your enemy you know
Befriending a foe may only take a smile
Life is short so why not say the words
While they can be heard while we still got time
You, you, you really oughta know that you’re beautiful
I recall the news at six o’clock
Only a few were lost and it warranted a sigh
We’re broken the moment we become
So comfortably numb to burying a child
You, you, you I guess we’ll never know
You, you, you just how beautiful
You, you, you I guess we’ll never know
Just how beautiful