20 hours until we are home
Nothing left to think about anymore
My mind drifts to you
You're a few seats away
I wonder what you have left to think of
And if it's me
The DC skyline looks like home
As we cross the Potomac I realize
You see the same things I do
We share this moment even if we are apart
Not one of the thousands of songs I have
Can keep my mind off of you
You hate me. I know.
If I could just talk to you
Things could be different
John tells me he's going to Georgia
And all I want is to go home
To be alone
