Sitting at the airport in Atlanta
Saw a woman with a little girl
That came here to leave her man
He drove her to the airport
And sat holding his little girl
Crying, my my, why why
Saw a woman at the airport
That came here to leave her man
She watched him holding their child
Tears falling from both their faces
Trying to find a way to understand
Crying, my my, why why

Could it be that nothing went wrong
That life goes this way and that way
And we are just the pieces, trapped
Between the ticking of the clock
Could it be that we love and die
Crying, my my, why why

Sitting at the airport in Atlanta
Saw a woman and handsome man
She was packed for her journey
And he was dressed to watch her go
Knowing that he loves her
Asking, my my, why why
Saw a woman at the airport
That would be coming back to
The man that watched her walk away
Wondering what he did right today
To deserve the love he feels inside
Asking, my my, why why

Could it be that nothing is right
That life goes this way and that way
And we are just the pieces, trapped
Between the ticking of the clock
Could it be that we love and die
Asking, my my, why why

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.