Airport

Today the grass is like another green
Straight from heaven's garden
like you've never seen
At first glance it's like this place is on fire
but it's just time for the dew to expire
Most of the days I'm down near the sea
People say they're not seeing me
I miss them as much as they miss me
I miss them just like they miss me
Now yesterday I think he might have called
to say, "Hey," or just to get us all
together on a Saturday,
to take some time come down your way
He lives over on the North Side
He can walk, doesn't need a ride
I wouldn't pick him up anyway
It's not not my town
Don't know the way
I see him out my window,
On a very different street
Where leaves fall up in the springtime,
And the sun sets in the East
I'm always late when I'm visiting
I can't remember where the station is
What time will you be coming in?
What time will you be coming in?
I wish my town had an airport
In 15 minutes we'd be at my door
We'd used the time for a walk and some wine,
but these days I'm trying not to think about time
I see him out my window,
on a very different street
where leaves fall up in the springtime,
and the sun sets in the east
We hang out in the garden,
away from phone calls, strip malls
I don't want to leave you behind
It's just that grayed-out horizon
Hey, don't you think it's time?