LANDING AT LAX, TERMINAL ONE
No one again will count the stalling hours
No one awaits outside your tarmac gate
No one will hold a sign or wear a flower
Your flight return has fallen from the tower
Falling for so long she could not wait
No one again will count the stalling hours
The flier who once felt heroic power
Deplaning now the weary reprobate
No one will hold a sign or wear a flower
Where once came sweetness now the air smells sour
Your flight could be on-time or lost or late
No one again will count the stalling hours
There is no welcome-home to greet the coward
Fearful on the jetway of your fate
No one will hold a sign or wear a flower
The baggage claim, your carousel, the crowd
The white zone leaves no room to hesitate
No one again will count the stalling hours
No one will hold a sign or wear a flower
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