Standing in the airport I am waiting for a plane. Goin' east to London, want to be back there again. It's the right time of year, all the trees are autumn brown.
She was in the middle of an empty dance floor. Wrapped up in a tall dark stranger's arms. They didn't see me slip in through the shadows. And sit down at the end of the bar.
I get up on Sunday, about eight-fifteen. Just to get the paper that I never read. 'Cause I know she'll be there barely in her robe. Sittin' on her front porch paintin' on her toes.
I'd fill your sleep with the sweetest dreams. And I'd make sure you'd never cry. I'd make you Princess of the seven seas. I'd make you queen of all mankind.
I'd quit a job in a New York minute. I'd burn a bridge for a dream. I ran away and I'm glad I did it. I might have never found me. . I ain't afraid to fall flat on my face.