My luggage is too heavy.
My heart is heavy, too.
Lights caught by the window
my cab comes in view.
A traveler is looking
at the new sign on the door.
” BRENDA’S BED AND BREAKFAST.
SINGLE ROOM. SECOND FLOOR.”
Everything is paid for.
There’s only one thing left to do.
I had no time to say goodbye,
so I got to leave a note for you.

Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
Maybe you can see my airplane
flying gently through a silver cloud.
Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
Someone, somewhere in the distance
has waited for me for a long, long time.
I get home. But I’ll miss you tonight.

I don’t know who’s right.
I don’t care who’s wrong.
The place where I am going
is the place where I belong.
In the rear-view mirror
your street’s staying behind.
The driver tells a story.
I don’t hear. He don’t mind.
I know I should have called you,
but it’s so hard to say goodbye.
I could promise that one day I’ll come back,
but you know I don’t want to lie.

Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
Maybe you can see my airplane
flying gently through a silver cloud.
Raise your eyes, look at the sky.
Someone, somewhere in the distance
has waited for me for a long, long time.
I get home. But I’ll miss you tonight.