Landing Gear - Carl Broemel

Feel the drag of the landing gear

It’s nothing to fear

Like a ghost of the sunglasses on your head

Long gone but there’s something there

Slipped into the town car and floated away

Dim lights on your license plate

Feel like crumpled contents of an old coat pocket

A lost bird in the airport lobby

I keep telling myself that it’s all the same

Whether love is long or short and sweet

I was lucky to know you, it’s all the same

To them

Bet you cry yourself to sleep

In a room near the ice machine

Two elevators open and close

Drunk voices walking by the door

I keep telling myself that it’s all the same

Whether someone is humble or big and grand

I was lucky to know you at all my friend

To land

I see you going places

I feel you going places with me

I see you as the reason to rhyme

How long ‘til we hit our time?

The moon’s just a sliver of light

… all night

Snowflakes in a streetlight fall

Piano notes that wander off

Just smoking embers that can’t be caught

So beautiful when we saw them

I see you going places

I feel you going places with me