I bought my economy ticket
praying my legs could stretch out
got on the plane and rested
and then I looked about.
We were leaving Seattle
in the middle of the pouring rain.
The meal was tasty and the seat was fine
I can't complain when I travel on a dime,
but I thought about why I was leaving,
thought about what I was looking for.
And I then I dreamt you standing there
in the middle of the pouring rain.
And I'll fly away whenever I can.
Fly to arms that will hold me close,
in the heat of a noon day sun
or the middle of the pouring rain.
Then I'm landing in Thailand,
taking the midnight train,
getting a taxi to greet you
in the sunshine or pouring rain.
I don't need a first class ticket.
I don't need a good excuse.
I'm leaving the drought and pain
to hug you in the pouring rain.
And dark sky opens as I greet you
in the middle of the pouring rain.
And I let joy roll down my cheeks
in the middle of the pouring rain.
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