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Last time I was on a flight I was racing to see you
I packed flip-flops and a new black bathing suit
But from the very moment I got off that plane
All I saw through every window was pewter colored rain
On Friday night you tried to make me smile
But everything about you is faded and diluted
You were much more solid in my memory
Up close you looked like a poor facsimile
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that plane
On Saturday morning we hit the shooting range
And we tried to make homemade ponku soup
And we paid too much for that pinball machine
And we both agreed it was so-so
We sat and sat so much of that long long weekend
On your grandmother's old furniture
That itchy couch, broken chair
At least the bed, thank God, was new
By Sunday morning we both knew we were through
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that plane
I want to be so close to someone
I can count all their eyelashes
I want to be so close they'll ask to know
My mother's middle name
I want to be so close to someone
They'll know what I'm about to say
I want to be so close to someone
That's why I got on this plane
So on Sunday morning we had our talk
And we complimented ourselves for not being mean
And we tried to figure out the best way to still be friends
But what we were really saying was
"The end, the end, the end, the end
The end, the end, the end, the end"
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that plane
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that
Flight, flight
I never should have caught that plane
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