Joan Osborne So Many Airports
All my life I'm searching for
A home on every street
Coming to your country for to
Lay down at your feet
So full of the years I've lived
Full of every day
Every day
Bringing all my moments
I've got just one song to play
So many airports
So many planes
So many hotels
So many trains
I won't recall the
Time that we met
All of these memories
I am starting to forget
When I was a young girl
No, I wasn't very pretty
I was only real to the
People who did love me
I sang to the maples
I sang to the willow tree
To the willow tree
I sang with the birds
And I thought they were like me
So many truck stops
So many nights
So many mirrors
Circled with lights
Every handshake
Every face
Every moment
Is now gone without a trace
So many highways
So many tolls
So many stockings
With so many holes
Too many teardrops
To even recall
Wake up not knowing
Was I even here at all
