My stuff has been packed, We are heading for the airport, You come along, holding my hand, I'm leaving for another land. We try to keep it cool, But I can see it in your eyes, Your sad smile is telling me, We are not meant to be. Will I smell your hair again? Will I kiss your lips again? I can see you cry, Is this our last goodbye? Together we sit in the back, Meeting you was my luck, You are silently holding my hand, The clock is already low on sand. The airport is not far away, I wish I could stay with you, That I remain here and stay, But how, we have no clue. Will I smell your hair again? Will I kiss your lips again? I can see you cry, Is this our last goodbye? We get to the gate and sit, Waiting for our final split, We are cuddling tight, But soon I have to leave for my flight. I can see tears in your eyes, We can't tell us more lies, Did we just share a fleeting dream? And if we did, what did it mean? Will I smell your hair again? Will I kiss your lips again? I can see you cry, Is this our last goodbye? A final hug... A sad "goodbye"... I have to leave... I turn around and wave... I'm thankful... For all you gave....
