Empty Plane

I leave for a living, that's what we all do
And I say that I'm missing the ones that I'm leaving
And I always do
But another truth is that you
Begin again every time you fly
There's peace in the airport
Sitting at a gate by a door to the sky
So it's hard but it's not hard
To fumble for your ID credit card

But then I walked onto
But then I walked onto
Then I walked onto
An empty plane

And the girl at the Starbucks looked like she knew me
She poured a design in the foam of my coffee
And she was smiling
I said, "It's funny how life at its best expands
Explodes and it overspills
But we try to fit it all in a grid
And we say it's the strength of our will"
And she started laughing
She said, "Look, I made a wing
And another wing"

And then I walked onto
Then I walked onto
Then I walked onto
An empty plane

I was moving fast now, understanding
So much kindness, no frustration
I asked the screener, "Does my life have a destiny
Or just a destination?"
I thought I'd step away from my traveling
Have a little time to connect the dots
See my life like a spiral
The DNA of my dreams and thoughts

And I believed in a legacy
But I stood in the jet bridge
And the young man nodded
I looked at the name tag
And said, "Hello, angel"
It was all empty seats now
Nothing in the overhead
I sat near the front and I started sleeping
And I woke in my own bed

And I said, "Oh it's a dream, but a dream that grows
Like a vision from a single spark"
And I thanked my dream attendants
And I rose and I dressed in the dark
It was an early one today
Yellow cab, JFK