Your Plane Is Boarding

So strange to be watching you walk away, so far from this place and our homeland is going to be falling short once you have gone. Such songs we sing they're falling from the ringing in my ears that I can no longer hear your voice, is secondary to feeling your heart. Escape this sunrise and find a dusk that beckons dawn, and maybe we'll capture a skylight sometime again. Still, these affects are all I have to give, before you win the battle and find a new hope. Or a new home away from home.