Verse 1

The terminal is quiet, dawn behind the glass

A silver wing waits where the taxi lights pass

You draw a small horizon on the fogged-up pane

While the runway gathers its breath again

Chorus

Take me where the blue runs wide

Past the clouds on the other side

From the gate to the open air

There is room for us up there

Verse 2

A paper cup cooling beside your hand

Names on the board like a shifting sand

The engines roll low, then the ground slips away

And the morning turns into a sea of gray

Chorus

Take me where the blue runs wide