Another week, another gate. Boarding pass says don't be late. Laptop bag and a carry-on, half my week's already gone. Window seat watching Carolina fade. Wonder what memories this trip will make. Every airport's got familiar halls, different voices on the final calls. Funny how the road keeps pulling me along. Different flights, same blue sky. Passing strangers walking by. Hotel coffee, rental cars, somewhere between here and home. You take the window, I'll take the aisle. Maybe fate's been laughing all the while. One more mile, one more town to see. Maybe you're already looking for me. Another sunrise on the glass, boarding pass in hand. Saw you once in Nashville, then L.A., thought we'd finally meet that day. You disappeared before I knew your name. Every destination tells a story. Maybe ours is running just a little late. Different flights, same blue sky. Passing strangers walking by. Hotel coffee, rental cars, somewhere between here and home. You take the window, I'll take the aisle. Maybe fate's been laughing all the while. One more mile, one more town to see. Maybe you're already looking for me. Another project, one more week, living out of hotel sheets. Miles adding to the map, never knowing where I'm at. Every trip's another page, every flight's another chance. Never thought this life I'd planned would lead me to our first glance. Thought we'd wrap by five today, midnight found us anyway. Flight delayed, gate changed again, then I looked up, there you were. Sometimes getting lost is how two roads collide. Different flights, same blue sky, now we're laughing side by side. Hotel coffee, rental cars, somewhere between here and home. You found the window, I found the aisle. Turned a thousand miles into a smile. Every road that pulled us far from home was leading us right where we belong.
