Comeback Kids

I drove out to Hubert Humphrey at five in the morning
With a carry-on bag and a Southwest ticket in my hand
In my hand
You were waiting at the gate
In the same dress you wore the night I met you
We raced past the desk clerk
She looked up from her book work, and she smiled
RDU, and here we are
RDU, and here we are
Cold and blown like a baseball diamond waiting for the summer
Staying inside, your boots’ll stay dry but never touch the sand
Go it alone, feet moving forward, trying to find the answer
Then you appear, like fate put you here, and then I’m finally home
I fumbled for the door
And on the sunlit desk, I bent and kissed you
Your neck swept up
Like a graceful sail caught in the wind
We’re the comeback kids
Never forgetting what we did or where we came from
I held you so close
As we slow danced to «Fox in the Snow»
RDU, and here we are
RDU, and here we are
Cold and blown like a baseball diamond waiting for the summer
Staying inside, your boots’ll stay dry but never touch the sand
Go it alone, feet moving forward, trying to find the answer
Then you appear, like fate put you here, and then I’m finally home
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh