One last thing I beg you please, just before you go...
I've watched you fly on paper wings half way round the world
until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down.
Landing somewhere far from here with no one else around to catch you falling down and I'm looking at you now!
And I can't tell if you're laughing.
Between each smile there's a tear in your eye.
There's a train leaving town in an hour.
It's not waiting for you and neither am I!
Swing for the fences son, he must have told you once.
That was a conversation you took nothing from.
SO RAISE YOUR GLASS *now* AND celebrate exactly what you've done.
Just put off another day of knowing where you're from.
You can catch up with yourself if you run!
Is this the life that you lead?
Or the life that's led for you?
Will you take the road thats been laid out before you?
Will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?