the papers filed, arrangements made
the gin, well, it's duty free
the gasoline - it's pouring in
thin distorted voice - it calls your seat
with all of the girl's hair so neat
but not one you'd care to meet

the city lights begin to fade
and time zones - they're passing by
returning home, are you afraid
with old friends you might collide?
they'll stare you down inside
until all of your thoughts subside
now that your lifes divided
until you know you've become decided
that you'll come home

the old hotel where you once found
all of your shattered myths
the night clerk - grayed, but still the same
memories fade but some are claimed
there's one who is getting ice
champagne celebrating lies
it's the same any town you go
through airline windows down below
now you're home.


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