I met her on a Red Eye flight, she was sitting in the seat that was mine We shared a laugh as she sat down and I asked where she was flying
(she said) far away from here is where I know that I belong, I've been anchored down and now it's time that I move on
She asked if I was headed home, or if I was running too I guess I never thought it through, but deep inside I knew
Far away from here is where I know that I belong,
I've been anchored down and now it's time that I move on
I helped her with her luggage and asked if I could see her again She asked me for a ride back home, and I knew right then
That standing side-by-side is where I know we both belonged
A love like ours was meant to be, and how could that be wrong?