"A Minute Late"

I can see you when I close my eyes
Standing by the departure gate
Tears welling up behind a smile
How I wished that flight was late

One more minute is all I ask
Cant it please just wait
I'm beggin on bended knee
I'll only be a minute late

I canít remember what you wore
Or how your hair was styled
All of that just disappears
When I think of your smile

Still photos are not the same
Or movies from last year
Conversation on the telephone
You know I'd rather have you here

Landing gear is touching down
I know you're standing at the gate
With jet engines and a tail wind
We were still a minute late





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