Turbulence

Somewhere somebody is gonna get primitive tonight
A glance across the room, a look that starts a fight
If looks could kill baby you'd slay me, you slay me
I ain't afraid of you darling believe me
Something from the past it's coming back to me
We were riding in the back of the airport car, sitting in the limousine 
You said,
Someday, baby. Some day, I say, You slay me, you slay.
I ain't afraid of you, honey believe me!

In the back of the airport bar
A couple of strangers in a strange, strange land
You don't have to cling to me
Baby I just want to hold your hand when we're flying through it

Someday somebody is gonna come mirroring back to you
Follow you around doing the things you do
It'll be a most appropriate time when your back's against the wall
When your lover has left you, and your children are calling
And you'll cry out, "Save me, save me" and I'll throw you a lifeline
You'll take out your special pocket knife
And snip it clean and fine
And while you're rolling around on the waves of your illusion
I'll be taxiing the runway searching for a solution

In the back of the airport bar
A couple of strangers in a strange, strange land
I don't make no guarantees
Baby I just want to hold your hand while we're flying through it

In the back of the airport bar
A couple of strangers in a strange, strange land
I know you won't go too far
Baby I just want to hold your hand while we're flying through it

Someday somebody's gonna come and teach you how to fly
Better take them up on it, don't even bother wondering why
Life is just a runway, access to the sky
The key to your survival, the meat of your surprise
There is a time and a place for everything beneath the firmaments
I thought that I knew you, boy, I thought you were heaven sent
But then came the night when it finally all made sense
The night out on the runway rallying in your defense

In the back of the airport bar
A couple of strangers going to a strange, strange land
I think they gave the final call
Honey, promise me you'll hold my hand when we're flying through it

© Barbara With 1994

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