| The terminal leaves behind
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| Half-smiles and drying eyes
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| With ticket clutched in hand
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| I long to find my way back home
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| But even from way up here
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| The view isn’t all that clear
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| What good is this perspective
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| If I can’t tell where to go?
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| I can’t tell where to go
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| You’re looking down on me
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| Lost and incomplete
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| Desperate to make things
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| The way I think they ought to be
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| But You’ve got a different way
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| You’ve seen all my mistakes
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| You’re asking me to leave the pieces where they lay
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| You take my hand, we turn and walk away
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| (We turn and walk away)
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| The turbulence shakes the room
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| The passengers and the crew
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| With armrest clutched in hand
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| I long to regain some control
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| But as I relax my grip
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| I realize the truth of it
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| I’m just as powerless when
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| I am on the ground below
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| I can’t tell where to go
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| You’re looking down on me
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| Lost and incomplete
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| Desperate to make things
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| The way I think they ought to be
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| But You’ve got a different way
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| You’ve seen all my mistakes
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| You’re asking me to leave the pieces where they lay
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| You take my hand, we turn and walk away
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| (We turn and walk away)
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| And I can’t tell where to go
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| We turn and walk away |