Post by Baixo Astral on Aug 14, 2007 8:49:26 GMT -5
In an airport bar on Christmas day the ties that bind have slipped away.
Neon calls like your old friend and the comfort of strangers pulls you in again.
To this airport bar on Christmas day.
You remember flying in the seventies when a bet on chance could bring you anything.
Your come to Jesus moment came and washed you away in a river deep with shame.
In this airport bar on Christmas day.
Missing company to share a drink and some sympathy.
But the passengers walk on by, no time to listen to a stranger's alibi.
In this airport bar on Christmas day.
There is a light I've been told on the darkest of roads.
But the more you look the more you learn how little we know.
When you fall so far and fall so fast there's nowhere left to go but here.
Neon calls like your old friend and the comfort of strangers pulls you in again.
To this airport bar on Christmas day.
You remember flying in the seventies when a bet on chance could bring you anything.
Your come to Jesus moment came and washed you away in a river deep with shame.
In this airport bar on Christmas day.
Missing company to share a drink and some sympathy.
But the passengers walk on by, no time to listen to a stranger's alibi.
In this airport bar on Christmas day.
There is a light I've been told on the darkest of roads.
But the more you look the more you learn how little we know.
When you fall so far and fall so fast there's nowhere left to go but here.
