The Terminal - Philmont

The terminal leaves behind

Half-smiles and drying eyes

With ticket clutched in hand

I long to find my way back home

But even from way up here

The view isn’t all that clear

What good is this perspective

If I can’t tell where to go?

I can’t tell where to go

You’re looking down on me

Lost and incomplete

Desperate to make things

The way I think they ought to be

But You’ve got a different way

You’ve seen all my mistakes

You’re asking me to leave the pieces where they lay

You take my hand, we turn and walk away

(We turn and walk away)

The turbulence shakes the room

The passengers and the crew

With armrest clutched in hand

I long to regain some control

But as I relax my grip

I realize the truth of it

I’m just as powerless when

I am on the ground below

I can’t tell where to go

You’re looking down on me

Lost and incomplete

Desperate to make things

The way I think they ought to be

But You’ve got a different way

You’ve seen all my mistakes

You’re asking me to leave the pieces where they lay

You take my hand, we turn and walk away

(We turn and walk away)

And I can’t tell where to go

We turn and walk away