The terminal

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.