Coming to Meet Me

coming to meet me
it's not the wings of pegasus
that carry me tonight
across a deep, dark sea
so i cannot sit back
i cannot relax
enjoy the flight and get some sleep
but over the freeway,
i see a pair of lights i think recognize
could that be you, coming to meet me?
and it's true i've been away
but now i'm coming home to stay
is that too much to ask that that's you
coming to meet me?
and the plane touches down
i see relief in the faces all around me
and i know that i said the wrong thing
i know i left it hanging by a string
but i'm hoping it's still there, hanging on...
but over the freeway,
i see a pair of lights i think recognize
could that be you, coming to meet me?
and it's true i've been away
but now i'm coming home to stay
is that too much to ask that that's you
coming to meet me?
he's at the service of the poets
at the service of the oil men
he's still king of the magnolia
even though you can't see him
and the buildings now are much too tall
cause modern times have changed it all
but i still remember when i was a kid
and i remember thinking
that a prince would come and save me
swoop down on pegasus to where i hid
but over the freeway,
i see a pair of lights i think recognize
could that be you, coming to meet me?
and it's true i've been away
but now i'm coming home to stay
is that too much to ask that that's you
coming to meet me?