One last thing I beg you please just before you go I've watched you fly on paper wings halfway around 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 own in an hour it's not waiting for you, and neither am I "Swing for the fences, son" he must have told you once but that was a conversation you took nothing from so raise your glass now, lets 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... 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 either am I is this the life that you lead, or the life hat's lead for you? will you take the road that's been laid out before you? will we cross paths somewhere else tonight? somewhere else tonight... 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