Why Not Stay
I'm sitting on an airplane,
I and the engine shook.
Blue ocean between us.
Buoyant bodies of breath.
We are the captains.
Weary vessels of life.
Merely captives of our own delights.
When I called you from the payphone,
No answer, you were not home.
Lend me your hand.
Why not stay right here?
Tomorrow is much too late.
If there is no rush,
Why not be here now?
Time will not spare a fool.
A hundred times over,
I think I lost you again.
Last call, the connecting flight,
I'll meet you to the end.
When I left Long Island,
I swore that I'd never look back.
Lend me your hand.
Why not stay right here?
Tomorrow is much too late.
If there is no rush,
Why not be here now?
Time will not spare no fool.
I'm finding out where I am.
Heaven or Los Angeles?
I'm finding that where you are,
Won't keep us from the promised land.