I'll land soon in the place where you were born
Farewell for now
There's a flying spoon and some old porcelain waiting
For me
I've flipped through a thousand and some record covers
And I haven't found any ones that remind me of you
Of your shoes
Of your blouse
Of your caboose
Walks through your bridges and fields-I can imagine your view
If I had let myself go
Who knows?
Maybe I'd be dancing in the dining room of our children's home in the town they were born
Just the however many of us
All together
I'll land soon in the place where I was born
Farewell for now
There's a flying spoon and some old porcelain waiting
For me
In another life
In another life
In another life
I'm there with you
I'm there with you
I'm there with you