I’ve got tickets to the next available flight on the way to
Anywhere but here.
A plane was the last place I thought I’d be
But then again,
Being without you was something I had never
I’ve got six hours until the next destination
And seventy two until I come back.
How will these few days be enough for me to
I’ll never have enough words to fill the empty silence and miles
It’s midnight and I can only imagine
The clouds I fly above.
And as the time passes and the distance grows
The only thing I keep thinking of