Late On A Plane

They had to wait for me Cos i was late Again The fellowship That i've enjoyed With a friend of mine Made time disappear As we were sitting On the edge of a cliff Trying to lift each other up With empty hands And silent prayers The tears on my shoulders Dried quickly by the breeze That was weaving Through my hair Everybody was already ready To the take off As the flight attendant Pointed out the present situation That i already knew Still trying to threaten me With her eyelashes I bet she could speak Any of the world's languages Maybe even more than one She was upset And I guess the anger Rolled up inside Will not rest its head easily It needs some attention Like a little child That is put to sleep But not now Because now She still has to wait on me (Chicken or beef, Sir?)