Hi All,
I finally got back to writing again, and this one came to me yesterday after dropping someone off at the airport. No chorus or such yet, four verses that came down pretty much as you see them for now.
Any input appreciated as always,
TERMINAL.
"I pull your bag behind me
You clutch your ticket tight
We know we just can’t end like this
We also know we might
To Paris, then to Cairo
To places that you know,
To silence in my empty rooms
To pain that won‘t let go.
We say I should go home now,
No need to wait around,
Three hours left for us to talk
But I can’t make a sound
The bar is right behind us,
But I don’t touch that stuff
Until the plane is off the ground
Then I can’t get enough.
A love that won’t be done with
For reasons we don’t know
More than 20 years of leaving
Without us letting go
We’re each so many versions
Of things we’ve never had
That losing the illusion
Is worse than going mad.
I strain to see the checkpoint
You make it through ok
We wave one time and then you’re gone
And I get on my way,
The headlights cut the darkness
My vision blurs again
You’re drinking tea and waiting
I’m drifting back to then."
@2009 C. Harding.
I finally got back to writing again, and this one came to me yesterday after dropping someone off at the airport. No chorus or such yet, four verses that came down pretty much as you see them for now.
Any input appreciated as always,
TERMINAL.
"I pull your bag behind me
You clutch your ticket tight
We know we just can’t end like this
We also know we might
To Paris, then to Cairo
To places that you know,
To silence in my empty rooms
To pain that won‘t let go.
We say I should go home now,
No need to wait around,
Three hours left for us to talk
But I can’t make a sound
The bar is right behind us,
But I don’t touch that stuff
Until the plane is off the ground
Then I can’t get enough.
A love that won’t be done with
For reasons we don’t know
More than 20 years of leaving
Without us letting go
We’re each so many versions
Of things we’ve never had
That losing the illusion
Is worse than going mad.
I strain to see the checkpoint
You make it through ok
We wave one time and then you’re gone
And I get on my way,
The headlights cut the darkness
My vision blurs again
You’re drinking tea and waiting
I’m drifting back to then."
@2009 C. Harding.