We were in the terminal when I went back for you
You think that I don't care, but I do
I could have shut it out just gotten on the plane
With her and our bags never seen again
Nobody thought that it was
Inappropriate to
Pick at these passengers
But you
Facing the cold wet grass and
Hands over my head hoping
They would somehow know my innocent intentions
I have a history of fanning my old flames
I even wore that folded shirt again
Apparent failure made it harder to relate
A change of pace and somewhere far away
Nobody thought that it was
Inappropriate to
Pick at these passengers
But you
Facing the cold wet grass and
Hands over my head hoping
They would somehow know my innocent intentions
We should have gone somewhere
Warmer
Where the sun could have melted our
Sorrow
Impressed in the heat with our easy alibi
Never seen again