I see you all the time in airports In the windows of the shuttle trains Flashing past between the terminals Below the rising planes And as I pull my shoes off Put my coins in the plastic tray I see you past the X ray machine Just a hundred feet away In the lines of people waiting At the frozen yogurt stand Or running down the moving walkway Dragging a rolling bag I see you all the time in airports Just a hundred feet away I see you flipping through the pages
Of books by millionaires Who found that Jesus Christ could guide them Into tripling their sales Late at night in airports The cages pulled across the stores And early in the morning When they drive the waxer across the floor I see you sitting on your suitcase I see you sleeping in a chair But each time I get too close You always disappear I see you all the time in airports Just a hundred feet away