At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
The loneliest place is at your gate
Through the crowd searching for your face
My heart is now your trophy
Read like a self addressed postcard
My heart stops beating when yours starts
My heart is now your trophy
It occurred to me today
Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away
Distance carried herself well
A phone call and I'm honestly compelled
At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
(This is your last chance to say)
One more layover in Phoenix tonight
(This is your last chance to stay)
These excuses have become antiques
And I'm fast to see nothing you've seen
My heart is now your trophy
It was never eye to eye
Staring at your calloused heart like mine
My heart is now your trophy
It occurred to me today
Hand to pen to callous these thoughts away
Distance carried herself well
A phone call and I'm honestly compelled
At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
(This is your last chance to say)
One more layover in Phoenix tonight
(This is your last chance to stay)
These excuses have become
Antiques place on shelves to admire from afar
This portrait remains of what we were
At gate thirty-five I hear her say goodbye
(This is your last chance to say)
One more layover in Phoenix tonight
(This is your last chance to stay)
New Lyrics 
