I'll get away
This Saturday
I'll be leaving with fresh hopes for
A brand new start
In a brand new town
Isn’t that just perfect!

I'll try not to stray
To far from here
On my return
I'll call round
To talk to you
I'll make it up
Is this the right way? God, ill never know

Now my plane is on the runway
And I'm staring at the tarmac
Hoping that ill change my luck my self.
The taxi ride doesn’t feel the same with out you!

So eight days have passed
And I’m still away
Did I make the right choice?
To stay away?
To not call you?
In hindsight things are better left unsaid (aren’t they?)

Now my plane is on the runway
And I’m staring at the tarmac
Hoping that ill change my luck my self.
The taxi ride doesn’t feel the same with out you!

I’m back in town
And my heads held high
I swear I'll talk
I'll give it up
Isn’t that just so perfect