Woke up with sand in my hair Salt on my lips from a dream that felt real Suitcase half-zipped on the floor Map on the wall with the pins and the steel You said "one day we'll be brave" Circle the globe with a pen and a grin I kept your note in my sleeve Reading it now as the engines spin Soaring over oceans Chasing down the edge of the blue Every wave in motion Looks a little smaller from this view Hearts like paper planes Still we jump into the wind we choose Soaring over oceans I’m on my way back to you Tiny white boats far below Look like they’re scribbled in ink on the tide Clouds like torn cotton and smoke Sun on the wing and it’s burning my eyes Seatbelt sign flickers to life We hit a bump and the strangers all laugh I touch the glass Think of home Your old grey hoodie and worn-down path Time zones stretch us thin But your voice cuts through the static and spin "Keep that window seat Save that first step on the ground for me"
