If i could write, you could fight. If planes can fly, you could try. If i get on the plane, go down its lane. Could i risk it all by saying “bye”? Maybe I’ll come back someday, meeting all my friends saying “ hey, hey, hey” But, where would love be? He could be on that plane sitting next to me. Making the mistake i made. Oh what day it will be, when my love i shall see. Sitting in the meadow with the bumblebees...