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I cannot be where the weather is fair With you on the ground - me in the air Where whistling engines drink up restless hearts I can still taste the last call -- I still feel the bar The plotting of managers in fast open cars Racing the agents - chasing the ancients To the corner stores - to pick out our potions I, like the others, believe we were born To bleed at the borders to sleep with the storm I must confess I have laid down Where stronger men dared not to I miss you- I miss you There is nothing I can take There is nothing I can do To keep from running away I know of what I´ve lost On this quite night I still felt your grasp upon me As I boarded the flight And I watched you there in the window I wondered how long you´d stay Waving your arms at the jumbo As it tore us both away I wish I could just turn myself around Follow my heart back to you on the ground But I know just for tonight is harder to hear than goodbye I miss you - I miss you There is nothing I can take There is nothing I can do To keep from running away At any cost To keep from turning around Just to see what I´ve lost |