We missed the last flight
Bags all packed and bundled tight
Wave your arms until they’re sore
You’re not going anywhere

You can keep all your promises
I don’t need them.

Weathered hands, faces worn
Wrinkles mark a hope forlorn
Wave your arms until they’re sore
You’re not going anywhere

I am you, and you are me
And now we’re dead.

This could be our last year
Why wait so long my dear?
Wave your arms until they’re sore
You’re not going anywhere

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