transcendental reunion
Singer:mary chapin carpenter
i saw the lights below me
twinkling just like christmas
and the curve of the world passed
and now we all are arriving
grab the carry on baggage
join the herd for the mad run
take a place in the long line
where does every one come from?
as we wait for inspection
don't be holding that line up
at the end lies redemption
now i'm stamped and i'm waved through
at the mouth of the cannon
saying prayers of contrition
please deliver my suitcase
from all mischief and peril
now the sight of it circling
is a hymn to the faithful
forgive me for my staring
in the hall of arrivals where the great river empties
it's hand carts and porters
all the people it carries
to be greeted with flowers
there is no one to meet me
yet i'm all but surrounded
by the tears and embracing
the friends and relations
we are travelers traveling
we're philosophers gathering
we are business or pleasure
we're just finding our way
how those lights were glowing