Outside my window,
The mountains are all hiding.
Some say it’s the fog,
But I am not fooled.
Like me, Vancouver does not
Want to say goodbye.
Because the future has just started
Outside my window,
The mountains are all hiding.
Some say it’s the fog,
But I am not fooled.
Like me, Vancouver does not
Want to say goodbye.
None of us want to say goodbye.
But we are heartened by the next hello.
Farewell. Safe flight.