en el medio del verano

i’ve got my things, i’m good to go
you met me at the terminal
just one more plane ride and it’s done

we stood like statues at the gate
vacation’s come and gone too late
there’s so much sun where i’m from
i had to give it away, had to give you away

hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
that i am not there, i swear i didn’t mean
for it to feel like this
like every inch of me is bruised, bruised…

now every word of every song
i ever heard that made me wanna stay
is what’s playing through
the in-flight radio, and i
and i am finally waking up

ahora puedo contar los minutos en que estoy acá
y perder la cuenta
como si nada.

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