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I boarded the plane and concealed the tears inside

Who am I going to confide in now? A stranger’s eyes?

Wow, that thought just seems so cold in my mind



Fumbling  down the aisle I tried to fake force a smile

I worked my way down, said “Excuse me. I’m a couple seats down.”

And as I stowed my bag time lapsed and I was touching down



Hundreds of miles away from civilization

My personal hesitation gets the best of me, knowing

My intentions for you were always there, but hey anyway

Sometimes ‘I will’ means just what it says

Failing to mention the attachment of conditions

And the detachment of true meaning along the way



Well, I guess it's hard to know if she remains a friend of mine

I know it’s hard for her to relate when the conversation remains in my mind

But like I’ve said it’s hard to change when someone changes your entire life



Now, in my current life and times

I over analyze every word I hear

Paralyze easily by the words you bear

But I feel sensation for the first time now



Hundreds of miles away from civilization

My personal hesitation gets the best of me, knowing

My intentions for you were always there, but hey anyway

Sometimes ‘I will’ means just what it says

Failing to mention the attachment of conditions

And the detachment of true meaning along the way



“Excuse me. I’m a couple of seats down.”

But if you don’t mind I’d like to take this time

And although I’m taken, I’d like to get know you better



Sometimes ‘I will’ means just what it says

Failing to mentions the attachment of conditions

Failing to mention the detachment of wasted years