Frequent Flyer

Got a frequent flyer coupon on the airline of love

You don't know where you're going, but you've got to make a move

The captain's in the cockpit and the hostess brings a drink

At seven miles a minute, there isn't time to think.

You know it's just a capsule, this trip through time and space

From thirty thousand feet above, the world's an empty place

You feel the woman touch you, and you need her, and you cry

You know she doesn't love you, and it makes you want to die.

But it doesn't stop you hoping as your fingers start to roam

And you wish you didn't have to have a round trip ticket home

The thunder in the engines makes her voice sound far away

You wish that you could talk to her but don't know what to say

The morning sun is rising in the window by your seat

You forget that time is rushing and that night will soon repeat

The mountains and the forests and the valleys start to glow

And the sun sends golden fire along the river down below

For a moment you can feel her take your hand and hold it strong

And the moment is suspended like a high note in a song

But the melody continues and you see the seat-belt light

And the captain's voice is hoping that you had a pleasant flight

You wish that you could stay there, though you know you'll fly again

And you know it doesn't help to wonder who or where or when

But the woman there beside you is the one you want to know

And she has not decided which way she wants to go