Flight
Last time I was on a flight I was racing to see you
I'd packed flip-flops and a new black bathing suit
But from the very moment I got off that plane
All I saw through every window was pewter-colored rain
On Friday night you tried to make me smile
But everything about you was faded and diluted
You were much more solid in my memory
Up close you looked like a poor facsimile
Flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that plane
On Saturday morning we tried to go to the shooting range
We tried to make homemade pumpkin soup for lunch
We paid too much to go to the pinball machine show
And we both agreed "” was so-so
We sat inside so much of that long, long weekend
On your grandmother's old furniture "” that itchy couch
And broken chair "” at least the bed, thank God, was new
But by Sunday morning we both knew we were through
Flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that plane
I want to be so close to someone I can count all their eyelashes
Want to be so close they'll ask to know my mother's middle name
I want to be so close to someone they'll know what I'm about to say
Want to be so close to someone that's why I got on this plane
So on Sunday morning we had our talk
And complimented ourselves for not being mean
And tried to figure out the best way to still be friends
But what we were really saying was "The end, the end, the end, the end, the end, the end, the end, the end"
Flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that plane
Flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that flight, flight
Never should have caught that plane