My luggage is too heavy.
My heart is heavy, too.
Lights caught by the window
my cab comes in view.
A traveler is looking
at the new sign on the door.
” BRENDA’S BED AND BREAKFAST.
SINGLE ROOM. SECOND FLOOR.”
 Everything is paid for.
 There’s only one thing left to do.
 I had no time to say goodbye,
 so I got to leave a note for you.     

  Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
  Maybe you can see my airplane
  flying gently through a silver cloud.  
  Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
  Someone, somewhere in the distance
  has waited for me for a long, long time.
  I get home. But I’ll miss you tonight.  

I don’t know who’s right.
I don’t care who’s wrong.
The place where I am going
is the place where I belong.
In the rear-view mirror
your street’s staying behind.
The driver tells a story.
I don’t hear. He don’t mind.
 I know I should have called you,
 but it’s so hard to say goodbye.
 I could promise that one day I’ll come back,
 but you know I don’t want to lie.     

  Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
  Maybe you can see my airplane
  flying gently through a silver cloud.  
  Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
  Someone, somewhere in the distance
  has waited for me for a long, long time.
  I get home. But I’ll miss you tonight.