I keep finding myself in my heart much like an airport
Inside my heart, all theses decisions about our love
Terminals, gates, I am lost in the people as they shove
I wonder what’s inside your heart, as I am your escort
At least that’s what I believe while in God’s limbo we wait
I express myself too much and you too little in this state
So, who will be first too say I love you, maybe neither of us
I do warn you that life is short, too short to take the bus
If I said we love you, could we handle it, would we run away?
Then where would we go from here, our bags are checked in?
The security clearance has been done and we chose to stay
That is, until we get on an airplane, Gate 3 says love will win
Next airplane, there is nothing to lose by saying “I love you”
Life is short, better say “I love you,” now, let’s not miss our cue