She boards the airplane at 5 a .m.,
the smell of rain and cigarettes.
Runway slick with kerosene,
I'm all out of match and run.
I start the car, shift into gear,
the air is getting thicker still
She's buckled in, the runway's clear,
she disappears into the sun
Someday, this alone will make sense
Of our love's chronology,
but you should still believe
The darkest days of winter pass
and springtime's grassy breezes blow
A kiss from far across the sea
of someone that I used to know
Windblown visit she appears,
a phantom at my bedroom door
Reach across the empty bed,
throw a picture on the floor
Someday this will all make sense
But you should still believe
Well, if that's what you need
You had your pick of choices,
And your choice just wasn't me
Someday this vow will make sense,
Someday this all makes sense
Believing is a consequence
We should stand an d breathe
