Looking Down

It's time to go home
I step out the airport bus and onto the runway
The coolish air encounts me
As I step onto the jet stairs
In through the door to take my seat

The plane thrusts through the sky
I look out through the window
To see the shaded streets of Paris
I wonder what's down there

Another day?
In the city of love
On this summer evening
People going about their lives
Work and romance
Talking and touring

Thus,
Under the clear Parisian sky
People gather
To witness the fine art of football
As they glide across the floor
Moving the ball from side to side
As their quality weaves magic
To the beat of subtle applause
As hands clap and mouths whistle
To a moment of humbling brilliance

Friends arrive in town from all over
Coming to mix and mingle
To joke and jibe

Maybe the girl I saw is there, the girl of my dreams
Her eyes sparkling
Her hair waving in the wind
Her smile outshining the sun
Lighting the shade
Maybe she's thinking of me
The way I'm thinking of her
If I could talk to her, hear her voice one last time

Looking out the window
Wondering about what could have been,
Knowing that I'll be back.