Hovering

Watching the planes land over the lake I wish they could hang in the air forever Holding the patterns for days I hope they (hope they hope they) Will be delayed forever Standing alone at the gate She's late She's miles above somewhere, hovering Why won't you write? Write me a word to say Tell me you miss my ways Tell me you miss my face I never meant clip your pretty wings Oh your pretty, oh your pretty wings You always knew it You saw right through it Why'd you have to go? Standing still at the gate And I ache (I ache I ache) My palms are not lace rising The wheels drop and she starts to descend And the runway will light her way She starts hovering And when she lands I race for the crashing ground The oxygen from the mask That only words mark the past I never meant clip your pretty wings Oh your pretty, oh your pretty wings We'll be all right We'll be all right We'll be all right We'll be all right You always knew it You saw right through it Why'd you have to?