Every tear you cry
every doubting eye
all of these things will pass away. . .
All of your big mistakes
your little old heart would break
wishing that I would take them back. . .
Write down the things you don't want,
burn them in a glass. . .
Write down the things you dream of,
make a paper plane that flies to heaven. . .

And buy a ticket for a plane,
and come and see me,baby.
Or drive your car all night,
By just starlight,
to Canada. . .
That's where I'll be waiting.

All of the empty rooms,
All of the silent space,
every warm embrace is you.
Nothing is like it was,
there's nobody here but us,
I have been filled right up with this. . .

Write down the words of saddness,
burn them in a cup. . .
Write down the things you've wanted,
throw them to the wind that's soaring up to heaven. . .

And buy a ticket for a plane,
and come and see me,baby.
Or drive your car all night,
By just starlight,
to Canada. . .
Oh,buy a ticket for a plane,
and come and see me,baby. . .
Or drive your car all night,
by just starlight, to Canada. . .
That's where I'll be waiting.

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