Sunday night
It's half past seven
Start to form a line under the sign at gate 11
I'm thinking, oh,
On this evening flight
I wish it wasn't on time
I could stay the night
But for now, all that I can hold on to
Is that I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
We can count the days
And dry erase
All the green and blue
I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
Just a day or two
Until I don't have to say to you
That I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
I'm in my window seat
I try to send a message
From 30,000 feet up
I'm sure that you could guess it
You'd guess that, oh, on this evening flight I wish it wasn't on time, I could stay the night
But for now, all that I can hold on to
Is that I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
We can count the days in dry erase
All the green and blue
I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon Just a day or two until I don't have to say to you
That I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon
I'll see you soon