Airplane Jane from Palm Ghosts by Palm Ghosts

She boards the airplane, 5am
The smell of rain and cigarettes
The runway slick with kerosene
Wanna light a match and run

I start the car, shift into gear
The air is getting thicker still
She's buckled in, the runway's clear
She disappears into the sun

Someday this will all make sense
Were her final words to me
Leaving is the consequence
Of our love’s chronology
But you should still believe

The darkest days of winter pass
And springtime’s grassy breezes blow
A kiss from far across the sea
From someone that I used to know

With windblown visage she appears
A phantom at my bedroom door
I reach across the empty bed
And throw her picture on the floor

Someday this will all make sense
Were her final words to me
Leaving is the consequence
Of our love’s chronology
But you should still believe, If that's what you need

Believing never got me far, and peace of mind ain't free
You had your pick of choices girl, But your choice just wasn't me

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