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

wondering

why

why

why

When the knots pulling me tighter, start to tear

would you hang on or leave me?

Would you always be there?