Paroles de "Last Flight"

My dear parents, goodbye
I do love you, but I
Have to give it a try, a try
Oh, my thinking is sound
After I've been around
I should be homeward-bound
Homeward-bound

It's Thursday, five o'clock in the morning
And I've packed a little bag
I'm tiptoeing through the apartment
And holding my breath, like the nights
When I came home after midnight
So that Mother wouldn't wake up
Last evening, at dinner
I thought for a moment that she suspected something
She said I looked pale
She wanted to know if I felt all right
I told her that I was fine, but just fine
I think she made believe that she believed me
And Father just smiled

It's strange
I thought that leaving home would be tougher
More overwhelming
Like a big adventure
But less heart-tearing
But I mustn't look back
Get a little bit farther
There's a railroad station
And after the train, the boat
The Atlantic Ocean
And after the Atlantic Ocean

I feel strange
Like if I had a cage around my chest
It nearest stops my breathing
I wonder if my folks
In a little while
Will know that I'm crying
No, I must not look back
Or even turn my head around
I must only see what I told myself I should see
And why, and why, and how

It's five to seven now
I'm falling asleep on the train
That's taking me to the boat, away
A little bit further, a little bit more
And I won't look back
I dare not look back

My dear parents, goodbye
I do love you, but I
Have to give it a try, a try
Oh, my thinking is sound
After I've been around
I should be homeward-bound
Homeward-bound