I know I should not leave
something’s caught me by the collar
but oh what a kiss could mean
it’s departure with a promise
My fellow passengers are discontent
the FAA has much to say
it’s too much baggage anyway
Pull me out of line and have your way with me
Throw me back again I am no danger after all
It’s what you get for looking out of place
and seeming, well hell, OH so excited before dawn
And if I look like something other than I am
I can’t bitch about delays
I know I should not leave
this girl has caught me with her Je n’ai sais quoi
but I know well what want could mean
it’s going to be a long HARD departure
A harder landing still
the pilot has apologies
I can’t hear him for the racing of my heart
They nearly lynched me on the plane
for speaking out of turn
I must’ve muttered something about God.
But really who could blame me now
as the light exploded round
it’s what you get for flying late for dawn
and if I look like something other than I am
I can’t bitch about delays.
The day is coming once again
And people sit and rage
I haven’t cared in years for what they think
Fingers claw upon the clocks
as they try to stretch the time
with surgery and perjury and God
I’m so sorry sweetness
but I booked this years ago
and I am leaving in the morning for my fight
I’ve got too much on my mind
and now there’s someone on my lips
You must be crazy to be ready for my life
Oh how I hate to be late!
Now I know I need to leave
cause something’s caught me by the conscience
It’s dead of fall and 90 where I’m going
Christmas won’t find Texas and back home I hear it’s snowing
Give me back to trains these DCs take their toll on me
I swear to you that I won’t make a fuss
Clinging beasts of steel and concrete
did you feel the want of it for me?
yeah, I know you felt the heat
And if I look like something other than I am
Won’t you please excuse the dust and pardon all my mess
these trains they aren’t like planes
they will let me board regardless
of the fireworks exploding in my chest
So hold me in the station I’m no danger after all
yeah kiss me like it’s snowing and they won’t let us take off
I’m talking trusting, slow and sweet
and I won’t bitch about delays.
©2008 rob hinkal