Letras
I just stepped on a plane, my bag's on the shelf
I find my seat in the middle and plan to keep to myself
The pilot comes on, says "There's been a delay"
And I sigh, buckle up, and prepare for the wait
There's a middle-aged woman on my right by the window
No ring on her finger, maybe divorced or a widow?
She's drafting an email and from where I am seated
I can side-eye that shit, so of course I'm gon' read it
It said
"Dear McCracken," this is already great
Dude's got a pen pal and a killer last name
She opens with an inside joke and she's hopin'
To set a casual tone, her words carefully chosen
She was sure that her week spent in Houston would drag
But then a face from her past quickly changed all of that
The trip was for business, she's used to the travel
But this time she's not ready to head back to Seattle
Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this plane
I can't admit the half of it that I want to say
Do I pretend, do I push you away?
I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I'll give you, I'll give you your space
I can tell by the abuse of the backspace key
There's a heart balanced on how her worlds are perceived
She's retyped that fourth paragraph four times
Swinging the tone back and forth until she's so satisfied
That he knows that even though their paths have diverged
There's an air of regret but not enough to reverse
And I am stunned, there I sit, completely convinced
That once you grow old you stop dealin' with this
The uncertain, the hurtin', the feelin like dirt
When things don't work out by the fall of the curtain
She hits send, powers off, and we're ready to go
And I am sad for the passion that McCracken, he might never know
Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this plane
I can't admit the half of it that I want to say
Do I pretend, do I push you away?
I'm jet laggin' McCracken and I'll give you, I'll give you your
Dear McCracken, I'm keepin' this on my chest
I've said a lot of things but none of them what I meant