Your world fades beyond my window,
I've thought a lot about this compromise....
and here I am stuck on this airplane wondering why.
Why do we delay in this round trip dismay
when were only wishing for one way?
All I hear are voices of strangers,
the moon's half empty in the sky...
and here I am stuck on this airplane
When the knots pulling me tighter, start to tear
would you hang on or leave me?
Would you always be there?