A Few More Hours at YYZ

While I'm bitching about a few more hours at YYZ
Someone's wishing for a few more hours before death
Comes to collect their beloved from their side
Perspective it has never been a strong suit of mine

I should call my grandmother you know
It's not her fault we don't always see eye to eye
Life is short so why not say the words
While you can be heard, while you still got time?

You, you, you
Really oughta know
That you're beautiful

And on a flight from Metropolitan to JFK
I sat behind an argument already underway
Eventually they peacefully agreed to disagree
If the right to bear is worth the life it buries

You should call your enemy you know
Befriending a foe may only take a smile
Life is short so why not say the words
While you can be heard, while you still got time?

You, you, you
Really oughta know
That you're beautiful

I recall the news at six o'clock
Only a few were lost and it warranted a sigh
We're broken the moment we become
So comfortably numb to burying a child

You, you, you
I guess we'll never know
You, you, you
Just how beautiful
You, you, you
I guess we'll never know
Just how beautiful