Watching the planes land
Over the bay
I wish they
Would hang in the air forever


Holding their patterns for days
I hope they
Will be delayed forever


Standing alone at the gate
She's late
She's miles above somewhere hovering


Why won't you write?
Write me a word to say
Tell me you miss my ways
Tell me you miss my face


I never meant to clip your pretty wings
Oh, your pretty, oh your pretty wings
And you always knew it, you saw right through it
So why'd you have to go?


Standing still at the gate
And I ache (I ache, I ache)
My palms are like lakes rising
The wheels drop
And she starts to descend
And the runway
Will light her way
As she starts hovering


And when she lands
I race for the crash and grab
The oxygen from the masks
The only words I let pass


I never meant to clip your pretty wings
Oh your pretty, oh your pretty wings
We'll be all right
We'll be all right
We'll be all right
We'll be all right


You always knew it, you saw right through it
So why'd you have to go?