A Few More Hours at YYZ

Well, I'm bitchin' about a few more hours at YYZ

Someone's wishin' for a few more hours before death

Comes to collect their beloved from this side

Perspective, it has never been a strong suit of mine

I should call my grandmother, you know

It's not her fault we don't always see eye to eye

Life is short, so why not say the words?

Oh, you can be heard while you still got time

Really oughta know

That you're beautiful

And on a flight from Metropolitan to JFK

I sat behind an argument already underway

Eventually, they peacefully agreed to disagree

If the ride to Paris is worth the life in Paris

You should call your enemy, you know

To be-friend a foe, they only take a smile

Life is short, so why not say the words?

Oh, you can be heard while you still got time

Really oughta know

That you're beautiful

I recall the news at six o'clock

Only if you were lost and it warranted a sign

We're broken the moment we become

So comfortably numb to burying a child

I guess we'll never know

Just how beautiful

I guess we'll never know

Just how beautiful