Carousel of Departures

(ooh-ooh, hmmmm) Watching the luggage spin round and round People are lost

and people are found I stand at carousel number four

Watching the world walk out of the door

Then there you were in the terminal crowd With a heavy black

bag and a smile so proud Just another face on a late-night

flight But you stayed in my mind all through the night

Months flew away like a paper plane There you were standing in

the terminal rain Over stale paper cups of bitter black coffee You

shared all your dreams and your travels with me You've seen the

whole world, but I've never flown I've lived my whole life in

this one-way street zone

But how do you love someone

made of departures?

Always in transit, avoiding the archers You are a ticket to somewhere

brand new While I am the runway that you're passing through Your

bags are always packed by the door While I'm left waiting on

the baggage floor

We watched delayed flights up on the screen Sharing the spaces that

lie in between You told me your stories of Tokyo nights While

I only know our local streetlights Then came the morning you looked

in my eyes With a brand new passport and heavy goodbyes You

accepted a job on a permanent shore And my heart hit the

cold concrete terminal floor

But how do you love someone

made of departures?

Always in transit, avoiding the archers You are a ticket to somewhere

brand new While I am the runway that you're passing through Your

bags are always packed by the door While I'm left waiting on

the baggage floor

You asked me to fly,

you asked me to leave To board the next plane with my

heart on my sleeve But my roots are deep in this familiar

ground (in this town,

yeah) And I realized as your flight got called out That love

isn't just about chasing the wind Sometimes it's knowing where your own

dreams begin

So I let you fly to your beautiful departures

No longer wounded

by love's heavy archers You were my lesson,

my ticket to grow And sometimes loving means letting you

go I'll stay on the runway,

my feet on the floor But I'm not waiting at carousel four

(no more,

no more)

Watching the sky as your plane disappears My heart is quite light,

and I've dried all my tears I'm choosing to stay

(choosing to stay)