Watching the planes land over the bay

I wish they could hang in the air forever

Holding the patterns for days

I hope they (hope they, 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, you're 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 crashing ground

The oxygen from the mask, that only words mark the past

I never meant to clip your pretty wings

Oh, you're pretty, oh, your pretty wings

We'll be alright, we'll be alright

We'll be alright, we'll be alright

And you always knew it, you saw right through it

So why'd you have to...?