From Afar

Phoenix Mourning

Compositor: Jay Vilardi / Jeremiah Ruff / Phoenix Mourning

At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye

The lonliest place is at your gate
Through the crowd searching for your face
My heart is now your trophy
Read like a self addressed postcard
My heart stops beating when yours starts
My heart is now your trophy

It occured to me today
Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away
Distance carried herself well
A phone call and im honestly compelled

At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye
(This is your last chance to say)
One more layover in phoenix tonight
(This is your last chance to stay)

These excuses have become antiques
And im fast to see nothing you've seen
My heart is now your trophy
It was never eye to eye
Staring at your calloused heart like mine
My heart is now your trophy

It occured to me today
Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away
Distance carried herself well
A phone call and im honestly compelled

At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye
(This is your last chance to say)
One more layover in phoenix tonight
(This is your last chance to stay)

These excuses have become
Antiques place on shelves to admire from afar
This portrait remains of what we were

At gate thirty five i hear her say goodbye
(This is your last chance to say)
One more layover in phoenix tonight
(This is your last chance to stay)