i cannot be where the weather is fair with you on the ground me in the air where whistling engines drink up restless hearts i can still taste the last call i still feel the bar the plotting of managers in fast open cars racing the agents chasing the ancients to the corner stores to pick out our potions i like the others believe we were born to bleed at the borders to sleep with the storm i must confess i have laid down where stronger men dared not go but i miss you i miss you there is nothing i can take there is nothing i can do to keep from running away i know of what i ve lost on this quiet night i still felt your grasp upon me as i boarded the flight and i watched you there in the window i wondered how long you d stay waving your arms at the jumbo as it tore us both away i wish i could just turn myself around follow my heart back to you on the ground but i know just for tonight is harder to hear than goodbye but i miss you i miss you there is nothing i can take there is nothing i can do to keep from running away at any cost to keep from turning around just to see what i ve lost