Just When I Got Used to You

Just when I got used to you Being around to talk about nothin' You're packing up like you always do Once again you're going and I'm coming unglued I know you don't wanna go But you got to You're the reason that I hate airplanes Jet fuel and silver wings Gasoline, or anything with wheels I hate seeing that beat up truck it Always drives away too soon Just when I got used to you The space between is killing me We're walking on a telephone wire It's bittersweet, I'm losing sleep And honestly, baby, I'm getting tired 'Cause every time I let you go I don't want to You're the reason that I hate airplanes Jet fuel and silver wings Gasoline, or anything with wheels I hate seeing that beat up truck it Always drives away too soon Just when I got used to you Next to me, holding my hand (holding my hand) Reading my mind like only you can (only you can) Lying there sleeping (sleeping) I'm watching you breathing You're the reason that I hate airplanes Jet fuel and silver wings Gasoline, or anything with wheels I hate seeing that beat up truck that Always drives away too soon Just when I got used to Just when I got used to you