LYRIC FOR SALE

By Runaround

Driving to the airport I've got
An old friend returning
From the war

My pickup truck is all beat up
I wish I could do better but
I'm too poor

I'm running really early but if
His plane arrives real late well
That's just fine

The army might be many things
But I've heard that they don't try to
Run on time

I park where I can find a spot
And follow anxious families to a
Place we wait

I can sense the distance closing
And I hope my friend has never
Learned to hate

The fathers all are standing strong
Looking proud but feeling that
Things have changed

The mothers all look stricken by
The same stress that's made them
Quickly age

The brothers and the sisters and the
Others who came along
For the ride

Are uncertain what to do or be
So some stand waiting while others
Wait to hide

I stand apart, just by myself
I'm feeling very anxious and
All alone

I want this part to end soon so
That we can take ourselves and
Go on home

The minutes just keep dripping by
I'd swear the clock was moving
In reverse

The fathers all unclench themselves
I can hear the muttered oaths
As they curse

A person in a uniform
Appears and asks for all of us
To pay mind

The plane will not be coming
There was a medical issue
Of some kind

The person in the uniform
He thanks us for our patience
And is gone

We all head back out to our cars
Not knowing what to do or what
Lays beyond