The Only Reason I Come Down

You're my gravity
You're why I come down

I used to live on the roster
Lagos, London, Doha, back
Hotel soap and a folded uniform
One suitcase and no address
I'd sleep through every sunrise
Wake up in a different sky
Nobody ever met my flight
So I never asked them why

Then you started waiting
Arrivals, gate B
Holding up a paper sign
With a badly drawn picture of me

You're my gravity
Thirty thousand feet, a hundred nights a year
You're my gravity
The only reason I come down from here

Don't let me go (don't let me go)
Don't let me go

Now the kettle's on at six
When my flight comes in at five
Your car's in the short-stay parking
With the heater on for me
I leave my wings on the dresser
I leave the sky outside
I used to count the time zones
Now I only count the drive

And you're always waiting
Arrivals, gate B
Holding up that paper sign
Every flight, still me

You're my gravity
Thirty thousand feet, a hundred nights a year
You're my gravity
The only reason I come down from here

I asked the airline for the ground job
They laughed and said I'd miss the view
I said, "I've seen the whole world from the window"
"I'd rather see it next to you"

You're my gravity
No more thirty thousand feet a year
You're my gravity
I came down, and I'm staying here

Don't let me go
You're my gravity