Like A Rainbow

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Seems like I hardly had the time to get to know you well,
But the look in your eyes when we said our goodbyes has many a tale to tell.
We played more than a couple of tunes together late into the night:
There’ll be a night when I’m left behind as your plane flies out of sight.

Chorus:

Airports always make me cry; I hope you’ll understand.
My mind runs out of words when it’s time to go.
There’s a 747 waiting for you to take it to another land,
And a little piece of heaven going with you
And a rainbow in your hand.

I always feel the same way when the big jet engines roar.
They’re going to fly you away, chasing the daylight, take you to another shore.
I’m sorry that I’m being so melancholy; I know you’re going to be all right.
Just keep me in mind when I stay behind as your plane goes out of sight.

Airports always make me cry; I hope you’ll understand.
My mind runs out of words when it’s time to go.
There’s a 747 waiting for you to take it to another land,
And a little piece of heaven going with you
And a rainbow in your hand.

Friendship is like a rainbow that you hold within your hand.
Complete, I’m told, with a pot of gold at the end of the spectral band.
The colors are the love we shared, the gold is the delight.
But the rainbow lasts forever though your plane flies out of sight.

Airports always make me cry; I hope you’ll understand.
My songs run out of words when it’s time to go.
There’s a 747 waiting for you to take it to another land,
And a little piece of heaven going with you
And a rainbow in your hand.




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