(Michael Weston King)

Through this payne I see the plane
That carries you away
It brought you here two years ago
But it would not let you stay

So as you fly above,
The rooftops of this town
You’re the one who’s taking off and I’m in the Departure Lounge

From seat 13, I see our dreams
Lying broken on the ground
I was lost, and for a while
I was happy to be found
But as I fly on over,
The rooftops of this town
I’m the one who’s taking off and you’re in the Departure Lounge

You took all you could from me
You took my sobriety
Then you left me in this lounge alone
And with each drink drunk your closer to home

Through the smoke I hear the jokes
That remind me of your voice
It carries all that went before
When we did not have a choice

So in this airport bar tonight
That’s were you can be found
The first place that I saw you
In our departure lounge
The last place that I saw you
In our departure lounge