Lyrics

Connecting Flights
© Drexel Rayford, Vagrants Chapel Music, 2023

When I’m on the ground in my old home town between connecting flights,
I look out from the passenger lounge at the city lights.
I think of people in those office spires and moving through those streets.
I think of all the friends I’ve had,
I think of you and me.

Maybe I’m foolish. Maybe I’m naive,
To think that after all these years
You’d still remember me.
Maybe you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ve grown.
Maybe time has healed your wounds,
And maybe you’ve moved on.

I try to look like I have business to do between connecting flights,
So I pull out my cellphone and talk like my deals are working out right.
But anyone would surely laugh if they could read my mind,
‘Cause all I’m really thinking about is that mess I left behind.

Maybe I’m foolish. Maybe I’m naive,
To think that after all these years
You’d still remember me.
Maybe you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ve grown.
Maybe time has healed your wounds,
And maybe you’ve moved on.

I recall driving my car through darkened streets.
I recall moonlight winking down through pin oak trees.
I recall you sitting close,
Like a trophy next to me.

I always think of calling you up between connecting flights,
To offer you and apology, some reflections, some insights.
But every time I open up the telephone book
And my eyes fall on your name,
My words hang up inside me on the bristles of my shame.

Maybe I’m foolish. Maybe I’m naive,
To think that after all these years
You’d still remember me.
Maybe you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ve grown.
Maybe time has healed your wounds,
And maybe you’ve moved on.