through the large window i see it now...
taxi up to gate number nine
people walking, talking, they make their way out...
terminal 7 takes my gaze for now i'm waiting
old man time steals my attention
he's ticking and she's not coming... not here
and not now...
gate number nine is where i lost it
though i don't remember the time
it was a 7:30 flight
my mind departed that night...
no cancelations, delays
only me and my memories erased
all she is to me is a gate nine memory...
make my way back to the taxi, he's waiting.
