watching the planes land over the bay   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 like lakes 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?