Destination (feat. Veri)
Am I your destination? Or another stop requested?
At the bus shelter freezing off fingers to compose a text message
You be surprised by the efforts guys go through to sound clever
I got all day to wait for your reply cause my bus ain't on time ever
Head nod to the driver, tap my card to pay the fare
Backrow passenger, and I got my Favorite window to stare
To daydream about how this city breeze might sway through your hair
And wonder if the promises we speak are only made of air
I'll stand up and offer my seat to fellow riders on occasion
Not because I think I'm better or I'm closer to my station
Just impatient with the pacing of the braking on the pavement
Anticipating your statement, I'm hyperventilating
Up and down like buses picking up sidewalk passengers
Can I find the right transfer to arrive on your calendar?
Commuting to a new beginning, could be wherever
This is my stop so I hope we're getting off together
I been all around the town but I'm typing to you
I been all around the town but I'm typing to you
Tappin on the screen, emojis and a meme
My fingers always seem to be typing to you
Am I your destination? Or just an airport layover?
Thoughts fly to you so frequently, I'm hopping state borders
From clouds to tarmacs, racking up miles every quarter
I fly Economy Minus while slipping through these concourses
I understand why you have security stops and lines
No shoes, you can precheck me, I got nothing to hide
I'm stuck in limbo from weather delays some of the times
And the only next connection got me rubbing red eyes
I'm at the bar at the terminal, it's hard to stay vertical
Penning you a postcard that's a little extra personal
Spilling ink blots and bourbon shots, every punctuation purposeful
Words are full of wanderlust, it's getting unavoidable
Paging overhead it's the last call for spirit:
Liquor or the airline? I'm delirious, incoherent
I'm sleeping on carry-ons at whichever gate is nearest
Jet-lagged and signing off, yours truly, dearest
I been all around the world but I'm writing to you
I been all around the world but I'm writing to you
Pen in my hand, postcard and some stamps
My hand getting cramps but I'm writing to you
I been all around the town but I'm thinking of you
I been all around the world but I'm thinking of you
I been all around, been all around
I been all around, but I'm thinking of you
At the bus shelter freezing off fingers to compose a text message
You be surprised by the efforts guys go through to sound clever
I got all day to wait for your reply cause my bus ain't on time ever
Head nod to the driver, tap my card to pay the fare
Backrow passenger, and I got my Favorite window to stare
To daydream about how this city breeze might sway through your hair
And wonder if the promises we speak are only made of air
I'll stand up and offer my seat to fellow riders on occasion
Not because I think I'm better or I'm closer to my station
Just impatient with the pacing of the braking on the pavement
Anticipating your statement, I'm hyperventilating
Up and down like buses picking up sidewalk passengers
Can I find the right transfer to arrive on your calendar?
Commuting to a new beginning, could be wherever
This is my stop so I hope we're getting off together
I been all around the town but I'm typing to you
I been all around the town but I'm typing to you
Tappin on the screen, emojis and a meme
My fingers always seem to be typing to you
Am I your destination? Or just an airport layover?
Thoughts fly to you so frequently, I'm hopping state borders
From clouds to tarmacs, racking up miles every quarter
I fly Economy Minus while slipping through these concourses
I understand why you have security stops and lines
No shoes, you can precheck me, I got nothing to hide
I'm stuck in limbo from weather delays some of the times
And the only next connection got me rubbing red eyes
I'm at the bar at the terminal, it's hard to stay vertical
Penning you a postcard that's a little extra personal
Spilling ink blots and bourbon shots, every punctuation purposeful
Words are full of wanderlust, it's getting unavoidable
Paging overhead it's the last call for spirit:
Liquor or the airline? I'm delirious, incoherent
I'm sleeping on carry-ons at whichever gate is nearest
Jet-lagged and signing off, yours truly, dearest
I been all around the world but I'm writing to you
I been all around the world but I'm writing to you
Pen in my hand, postcard and some stamps
My hand getting cramps but I'm writing to you
I been all around the town but I'm thinking of you
I been all around the world but I'm thinking of you
I been all around, been all around
I been all around, but I'm thinking of you
Credits
Writer(s): Dale Andrew Batoon
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