| I leave for a living
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| It’s what we all do
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| And I say that I’m missing the ones that I’m leaving
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| And I always do
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| But another truth is that you
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| Begin again every time you fly
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| There’s peace in the airport
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| Sitting at a gate by a door to the sky
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| So it’s hard, but it’s not hard
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| Fumble for your ID, credit card
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| But then I walked on to
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| But then I walked on to
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| Then I walked on to
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| An empty plane
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| And the girl at the Starbucks
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| Looked like she knew me
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| She poured a design on the foam of my coffee
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| And she was smiling
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| I said «It's funny how life at its best expanse
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| Explodes, and it overspills
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| But we try to fit it all in a grid
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| And we say it’s the strength of our will»
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| And she started laughing
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| She said «Look I made a wing, and another wing»
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| And then I walked on to
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| Then I walked on to
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| Then I walked on to
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| An empty plane
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| I was moving fast now, understanding
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| So much kindness, no frustration
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| I asked the screener:
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| «Does my life have a destiny?
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| Or just a destination?»
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| I thought I’d step away from my traveling
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| Have a little time to connect the dots
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| See my life like a spiral
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| The DNA of my dreams and thoughts
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| And I
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| Believed
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| In a legacy
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| But I stood in the jet bridge
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| And the young man nodded
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| I looked at the name tag
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| And said «Hello, Angel»
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| It was all empty seats now
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| Nothing in the overhead
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| I sat near the front and I started sleeping
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| And I woke in my own bed
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| And I said «Oh it’s a dream
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| But a dream that grows like a vision from a single spark»
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| And I thanked my dream attendants
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| And I rose and I dressed in the dark
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| It was an early one today
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| Yellow cab, JFK |