Airport Terminal. Security. Duty Free. This is my regular course. This is my routine. Seat Back. Up Right. Buckle up. Have a safe flight. This is My conversations. This is how I've been living. And the heat of California. Doesn't compare. To the feeling that comes over me. With the scent of your hair. And the history in Nyc. Doesn't have history like us. And the distance makes my heart grow fond. I can't wait to feel your touch. And every time I go. I count the days until I can hold your hand. Cause I can't wait another minute. And every time I fly. I count the seconds down until I land. Because I can't wait another Minute. I can't wait until I'm back on solid ground. Clouds and mountains. Forests and Oceans. This is the sights I see. This is our routine. Single Serving. I'm ready for my dinner and a movie. And the novelty of Paris. Let's get old. And it definitely doesn't. Compare to the way you hold me. And The beauty of a foreign land. Just reminds me of you. And the phone call won't due. If only you knew. And the sky is so familiar to my eyes. And I've seen it all. From sunset to sunrise. And the moment that I land. I cannot wait to to get outside. To call you up. And let you know I have arrived