Counting the Minutes

Flying back east on the redeye
Looking down on the clouds
Like waves of white cotton floating under me
It wasn’t that long ago
That we were lovers
Hope something’s left, soon we’ll see

We hit a rough patch and we tried
Giving it some space
But I thought of you all of the time
Wherever I looked
It was always you
No clearing your memory from my mind

Tell me you missed me when we say hello…hello
Haven’t touched each other since I don’t know when
Counting the minutes, will we hold tight
When I see you again
I’m counting the minutes
Til I see you again

When I meet you in Boston
Maybe we’ll get a car
Drive somewhere real nice out on the Cape
Find a small inn, peace and quiet
Talk over dinner
Who knows, maybe try again