At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye The lonliest place is at your gate Through the crowd searching for your face My heart is now your trophy Read like a self addressed postcard My heart stops beating when yours starts My heart is now your trophy It occured to me today Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away Distance carried herself well A phone call and im honestly compelled At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye (this is your last chance to say) One more layover in phoenix tonight (this is your last chance to stay) These excuses have become antiques And im fast to see nothing you've seen My heart is now your trophy It was never eye to eye Staring at your calloused heart like mine My heart is now your trophy It occured to me today Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away Distance carried herself well A phone call and im honestly compelled At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye (this is your last chance to say) One more layover in phoenix tonight (this is your last chance to stay) These excuses have become . . Antiques place on shelves to admire from afar This portrait remains of what we were At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye (this is your last chance to say) One more layover in phoenix tonight (this is your last chance to stay)