Longing
I lived and played one winter in a little ski town, Red River, New Mexico. It’s a great little town and was a nice break from the solo touring I was doing, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that my heart was somewhere in the jungles of Guatemala.
Longing
Wishin I was in an airport waiting on a plane
Something to wisk me away somewhere I could breath again
The sun would just be setting as the wheels are touching down
The streetlight start to flicker as I roll into your town
It’s like a trip around the world, or like flying on your own
It’s this sudden rush of insight without the pain of having grown
Well I guess I figured out yesterday that you are really mine
And I love the thought of growing old kissing you goodnight
It’s a feeling like falling with the wind in your ears
It’s the things that you and I will see in the next 50 years
It’s like a trip around the world, or like flying on your own
It’s this sudden rush of insight without the pain of having grown
It’s like a picture of you with some sunlight in your eyes
It’s the things you like to do when you’re alone with me at night
Life has a way of dragging along, as it takes you away for just a little to long