Theres a plane, its headed for London
Twenty-four hours more and hell be on it
And I cant show my love, and I cant stop it
Ooh, I cant stop it
Theres a house there, somebodys waiting
Somebody elses arms will wrap around him
And in that moment what will he think then...
When I cant touch him
Maybe my love could fly over the ocean
Maybe my heart should try to leave him alone
All that I really know is that hes goin
Too far from Texas
Too close to home
In a room just outside of Houston
Thats where I spend my nights trying to get through to him
He says hes comin back in every letter...
But he might never
No he might never
Does he know how long
Ive waited for this love to come
Does he know Im holdin on
And that wont change no matter where hes gone
Couldnt I, couldnt I wait
Couldnt he, couldnt he stay one more day
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