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Leaving?




Thats how that song goes like

the song i had in my mind

thats how i convinced myself, since you were gone

'You re leaving on a jet plane'

Only to come back.

'all your bags are packed

you re ready to go

Standing here outside my door

you hate to wake me up to say goodbye



"But the dawn is breaking

its early morning.

And the taxi 's waiting

its blowing its horn

Already i am so lonesome i could die



So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you ll wait for me

hold me like you ll never let me go"



Cuz you re leaving on a jet plane

Don't know when you ll be back again

oh! baby, how you hate to go !



" There were so many times i let you down

so many times i played around

i tell you now, they don't mean a thing



Every place i go, i think of you

Every song i sing, i sing for you

When i come back i ll get you a wedding ring



Now the time has come to leave you

One more time let me kiss you

Close your eyes and i ll be on my way



Dream about the days to come

when i wont leave alone

about the times that i don't have to say



Hold me like you ll never let me go

cuz m leaving on a jet plane

Don't know when i ll be back again"



O baby.. i know you hated to go.





- Always yours,

Robin.

(song by John Denver)











Comments

Anonymous said…
He'll come soon dear...
September 24, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Anonymous said…
He'll come soon dear...
September 24, 2008 at 11:50 AM
robin said…
:)
thank you for the comment :)
September 27, 2008 at 10:46 AM
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