Текст: Chase Coy. Airplanes.

On a runway once again, on my way out of town. I think that I?m getting too used to this, and I don?t know when I?ll be back, don?t know when I?m coming back down. Am I coming back down?

The wheels are up, I am stuck staring out of this window over the wing. And the scariest thing is the fact that I?m practically living on planes these days, on these airplanes.

So I?m waiting on the landing gear to bring us down so I can hear your voice.
And I?m getting out my cell phone now, to speed dial your house.

Because it rains all day when I?m away, and I can?t have you with me.
And all that I can think about is how much you love the city, and I want you here with me.

There?s a canvas of clouds below my feet. I?m painting it homesick because all that I love is behind me. I hope you still find me.

Soon I?ll be paying for taxis and riding in backseats, on my way back to hotels when I want my own bed. I get these instead.

So I?m waiting on the landing gear to bring us down so I can hear your voice.
And I?m getting out my cell phone now, to speed dial your house.

Because it rains all day when I?m away, and I can?t have you with me.
And all that I can think about is how much you love the city, and I want you here with me