Wake up sometime around noon.
Get your things together,
I hope I get there soon.
And while you're getting on your plane,
maybe I'll be waking up,
from a seed of wilted grain.
But the price of fate,
is the memory of mistakes we make,
I'll settle down to pa** the time.
I'm prepared to talk all night.
Put away your boarding pa**,
there's no little chance you'll make that flight.
And it may be small,
but could you set aside,
a tiny place in you for me?
Rain, you make her easy to recall,
I bet it's lonely up in heaven,
to wait your turn to fall.
And while you're,
running down her wrist,
could you tell her that I'm sorry,
I didn't mean for this.
But the price of fate,
is the memory of mistakes we make,
I'll settle down to pa** the time.
I'm prepared to talk all night.
Put away your boarding pa**,
there's no little chance we'll make our flight.
I guess we'll waste this Friday.
And it may be small,
but could you set aside,
I tiny place in you for me?
You lined up on the runway,
(and rose above the town)
made sure to keep my distance,
(and never made a sound)
I bet you took off safely,
(it's one more for make believe)
But I'm so far from over you,
that I can hardly breathe.
How have you been?
I'm prepared to talk all night.
Put away your boarding pa**,
there's no little chance we'll make our flight.
We'll just waste this Friday.